Opinion
Wind turbines get all the negative ink. Noise, vibration, flicker, interruption of beloved views. Big troublemakers, aren’t they?
Solar panels, on the other hand, are considered to be quite benign. The Nantucket Historic District Commission doesn’t like them much, and some people would rather see roofs without them, but by and large they have come to be widely accepted.
But what about when we scale them up with considerably larger installations that can make a meaningful contribution to our energy supply? Are they really so benign?
On the rainy morning of Sunday, April 23, I boarded the Steamship boat and returned to the mainland and my life as I knew it before Camp Safe Haven. I had been gone for only seven days, yet had been so immersed in the experience that I felt a sense of novelty when re-exposed to my own life. My thoughts, emotions and my passion lingered with the volunteers and campers that had shared the experience with me.
It took a gentle push and a firm pull of many hands to get the 1,590-pound bronze bell back into position. But last Friday, after months of work and preparation, the Old Whaling Church bell was again in its place high above downtown Edgartown.
It was supposed to be like any other Tuesday.
I was 13 years old, sitting outside on the breathtakingly beautiful day in between classes, diligently reading my history textbook, when a teacher told a group of us they were calling an immediate emergency schoolwide assembly.
The actual announcement that terrorists had hijacked planes and taken down the World Trade Center towers is a bit of a blur, but the energy and confusion was palpable. My heart burned, my body went numb. We returned to class, speechless.
After this long, cold winter, I find myself in a delightfully warm, invigorating spring with a fever I cannot contain.
I’ll explain.
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