Dinner is over. ‘Twas a nice meal (zucchini and sausage in tomato sauce over pasta). We are sitting around the table, just relaxing. The two boys are absorbed in an iPod Star Wars type game, so tinny sounds of laser guns (pwew pwew!) and speeding spaceships (rrrroorz) pepper the air while the adults chat.
Dad: Upstate New York businesses are starting to speak out against hydrofracking. They realize that it’s very risky to produce products — like beer and milk– that have been contaminated by toxic water.
Me: Still, New York State government seems determined to wring our Upstate resources dry. We are viewed as merely a resource for the city!
Daughter: Remember when Eliot Spitzer called our area “Northern Appalachia,” insinuating that we are all just a bunch of toothless, keg-swigging hee-haws?
Dad: They just think of us as some blob of empty space between their “Adirondack playground” and…. Um.. What do we call New York City? …
Son: A wretched hive of scum and villany. (pwew pwew!)
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