By A. Hodenpijl, USA
In America I learned about a starter house, updating the kitchen then upgrading to a larger house then moving up to a three car garage not for the cars but for the stuff we buy and don’t use but hold onto as if it all has meaning. In America I learned to eat on paper plates, with plastic sporks, suck drinks through a plastic straw, in a paper cup with a plastic top, to throw away — hopefully in a trash can, more hopefully in a recycle bin, which means it ends up on a beach next to the Santa Monica Pier or on the sands of Palau, Africa, or Indonesia. In America I learned to watch the evening news as rivers swell as floods ravage as fires rage as lakes deplete as air suffocates. In America I learned to tune in to Science Friday to salve my conscience with a “woke” scientific mind as bears leave their mountain in search of water as birds lose their way in search of their migration as the monarchs struggle to fly as flowers can no longer decipher spring from winter. In America I learned I have to do more consume less . . . or as Janis Joplin sang, Freedom’s just another word for nothing left to lose.