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Nearly a year ago I wrote about the inadequacy of the words used by the media to describe the horrendous environmental disaster that would “spill” what I then estimated as 100 million gallons of oil into the Gulf of Mexico. That estimate too was inadequate – the total volume of oil that gushed into the gulf over a three month period was 172 million gallons! Federal law requires the U.S. government to document a spill’s environmental damage in a process is called a Natural Resource Damage Assessment. (PLEASE CLICK ON THE TITLE ABOVE TO CONTINUE READING.)

Late in the evening of Sunday, December 16, 2007, I was fortunate to have been visiting the central coast of California. I remember that night vividly. I was walking back to my room, the air crisp. In that region the climate is interesting, alive. The hills breathe in the moist sea air during the night, only to exhale the warmed air back to the sea during the ensuing day. Unlike the stale, salty air of the eastern coast with all its bays, this air is fresh, sweet. I especially enjoyed the aroma of eucalyptus, cedar and jasmine. The clouds, swirling above and riding the coastal breezes, muted the light from the moon, around which there was a ring. Immediately to my mind came the words to a Dan Fogelberg song, a song I have heard hundreds of times. (PLEASE CLICK ON THE TITLE ABOVE TO CONTINUE READING.)