For the Seattle City Council to take a stand against the largest methanol plant in the world is encouraging. They are right: What happens in Cowlitz County won’t stay in Cowlitz County.
Those of us who live here have to know that one million tons of toxic and hazardous material will affect us the most directly, but it will affect the state and beyond as well. Unless we express our concern about this, things won’t change.
Dr. Seuss said it best — “Unless someone like you cars a whole awful lot, nothing is going to get better. It’s not.”
Call Gov. Inslee at 360-902-4111. Let him know you’re glad he supports the Paris Accord. Because he does, how can he support a methanol plant in Kalama?
Let it go
Enough already about the silica in the water. Let it go. Being a retiree, I am also on fixed income, but unlike Mary Wallem, I am not willing to pay what it takes to remove the silica from the city water. Since it has not been deemed a health hazard, why is this still being pursued? I see Beacon Hill has opted out of spending more money which would leave the rest of us to foot the bill. Does nobody but me see the inequity of that? Those of us outside the city limits (I live five houses from the boundary) already pay a 60 percent surcharge for water and sewer. My bill is $242 now without garbage and recycling. I shudder to think what it would be with the added increase.
Regarding the story titled “A shift in power?” that ran in the Sunday, June 25, issue of The Daily News: Current power providers are basically still World War II technology except solar. Transmission costs alone can favor power at the user site technology. Conveyor options are more efficient that turbines. Present technology alone could easily outstrip Bonneville Power Administration’s current equipment. Ever considered conveyors over present dams?
Hugh O. Coleman
Memories still here
Memorial Day and all its sales may have come and gone, but memories of the dead who served are still here.
If you go to the Vietnam Memorial Wall and look up Panel W35, Line 82, you’ll find the name of Vaughn Doty from Rainbow Lake, N.Y. He lasted six months in Vietnam. His family called him Dover but I knew him as Vaughn. I was married to his sister. He died at the age of 22 in a field in Vietnam. No one would know that in that field, probably covered with grass by now, Vaughn and other soldiers died there.
If you go to Panel W10, Line 92, you’ll find the name Dennis Ray Silvesan. He lasted 10 months in Vietnam and was killed on a nondescript road. There are no markers or plaques, nothing denoting that people died on that road. I didn’t know him but I knew his dad, Ray Silvesan who owned Ray’s Econ gas station in north Kelso. I liked Ray.
Take the worst days of your entire life and wrap them up into one minute of emotion. That’s what it’s like when you see military officers knock on your door.
I met Vaughn at Tigerland Infantry training at Fort Polk. He said he didn’t want to be drafted but he went in for the sake of his family. For a parent to lose a son or a daughter is a horrible thing.
The families will never be the same. Vaughn’s family put their best faces on but the pain of losing him was always there. It will exist until you are dead and maybe beyond. I suspect that this is true for the Silvesan family.
So, we have this holiday every year so we can have sales and to celebrate what? It’s wonderful reminder that my mom and dad, their brothers and sisters, my brothers, fellow veterans and I are rewarded by a holiday — a holiday that is noted more for sales than remembrance. I wore my “once a year T-shirt” that says, “All Gave Some, Some Gave All.” Then I put it away for another year.