Wasting away. What a waste. Part 1
Authors: K Weber
Journal: Cardiovascular Research (1999)

Elizabeth Conrad was reading the Tribune.Husband hardened affection -a rapture he often experienced in high Theodore was cleaning his pipes.'Says here that industrial school.However, most girls had learned to recognize when pollution is no longer public enemy number one,' noted this testosterone storm front began brewing on the horizon.Elizabeth.'I've recently heard the same thing.There's a It easily could turn into a storm warning if a girl wasn't new threat to our environment, a public health menace of careful.Most could see it forming and paid no attention.the first order,' remarked Theodore.An episode that shouldThey only giggled at left-handed Dexter.raise public awareness occurred right here in Illinois not 'Dexx-terrr,' boomed his father, startling the tall, skinny too long ago.Let me tell you about it.But first some kid from his reverie.The cacophony resonated inside relevant background.'Dexter's skull-one side to the other with little to impede its Monday, July 1, 1946.Two-penny nails.Brown paper harsh harmonics.'Son, there's nothin' more powerful than bags.Ten nails to a bag.A task well suited for 17-year-old the almighty dollar.And now that the soldiers have Dexter.At Tyrant's hardware store in Hesler, Kentucky, a returned from overseas, it's time to reap the benefits they'll town northwest of Lexington, packaged nails sold for 25 be receiving from President Truman.There's prosperity in cents.Dexter had worked in his father's store full-time the air, boy.There's gold in them thar hills.Raise the price since his high school graduation 1 month ago.Life in on those nails.Hell, we'll sell 'em for 35 cents a bag.Son, Hesler was usually slow-paced.These days it was even ya have to take.Ya don't give.That's for Albert slower as summer's heat shimmered off hot asphalt, visible Schweitzer and missionaries like him.And don't give a at 50 paces.Only lizards were comfortable, their darting damn about them ya take from.Never look back.To show tongues testing ambient heat.as much as an ounce a' human decency is a sign of Nonetheless, the town's mood was upbeat.The big weakness.To make it in business ya have to be on the conflict had ended nearly a year ago.Men fortunate to take, even if it means destroyin' a person and their family.have survived the brutalities and savagery of war had The world's your oyster.Learn to strip it clean like that returned to their loved ones.Thursday's July 4th celebra-coon we'll have for dinner tonight.Surround yourself with tion would be special: parades, softball games, hot dogs those who think like you and then you can take on the and apple pie.And even a dance at the Veterans of Foreign world of business.I'm proud of ya, son, finishin' school Wars Hall on Friday night.like ya done.But schoolin' ain't what it's cracked up to be.As Dexter's hands worked the nails, his gaze came to Take that Mrs. Simkins, yer social science teacher.She rest on the large Coca-Cola poster on the wall over his thinks she's so smart teachin' ya about Margaret Mead and workbench.It featured a demure brunette in a two-piece Rachel Carson, intellectuals worryin' about humanity and bathing suit presumptively saying 'yes' to the bottled soft the environment.Whadda they know?I got blisters on my drink she'd been offered.Dexter gazed at her image with hands from workin' the farm, and now this store.Those writers sittin' back East ain't got a clue about life.Ya don't need no more schoolin'.Them professors up the road in