I spied a disposable water bottle nearby, and it struck me: what better, more direct way to teach kids-- and adults, for that matter-- about how we've gotten ourselves into this mess in the first place?
It might begin like this: "Hello, my name is [your name here]. I am a petroleum addict. I've tried Valvoline, Vaseline, kerosene, gasoline, jet fuel, diesel, and natural gas. I've even tried plastics."
Our dependency on plastic is not purely physical; it is the word used for surgery of many of those most of us envy. And sadly it is a word that describes many of us, certainly in how we deal on the outside.
Those photographs of sludge-soaked pelicans are painful to behold. It's those hollow pupils peeking out of the brown death. They are an avian version of the eyes of T.J. Eckleburg that Fitzgerald once wrote about -- and they implicate us all.