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Refuse to Make More Refuse


Dear Members and Constituents,
It would seem garbage is everywhere. Whether you call it waste, refuse or rubbish; we are adept at producing it. The U.S. alone produces over 250 million tons of trash annually. You find it in music (the band Garbage and some genres older generations wish their children would not hear); politics (time to hunker down for a new dose of trash talk as the presidential campaigns heat-up) and even people (white trash, junk in the trunk…). Cyberspace is littered on a daily basis with an estimated 183 billion junk mail messages. Outer space is not safe, with  an estimated 600 thousand pieces of “space junk” orbiting the earth (19,000 or so of these large enough for the U.S. Strategic Command to track). Trash can even be seen on the Moon, thanks to newly released NASA orbital pictures of the Apollo 12, 14 and 17 landing sites.

Further out in the solar system, the donut-shaped rings around Saturn might be thought-of as spatial debris (technically not trash since it’s not man-made). Closer to earth, 48 delicious dough rings await you at my desk, courtesy of Roger Greene (donut boy). Don’t you dare call it junk food!


Happy Friday!

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