Dear Frieda,
I’m glad you’ve seen the light and no longer use plastic bags, because it does take a long, long time for them to biodegrade.
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I could have told you, or anyone else that fact.
You see, back in 1954 I was still trying to make a living on a farm just outside the suburbs of Spickard. Knowing that good fences make good neighbors, I was building fence. I couldn’t afford a mechanical posthole digger so was using a jobber (that’s a hand-operated tool that gives one quite a workout). Excuse me if this seems sorta long winded, but I want to give you the picture, so you won’t say, ‘Oh, he’s just some old fool,’ like your husband.
Anyway I was just taking the last jobber full of dirt out the corner post hole when I noticed a piece of plastic in the dirt. Curious, I examined it and saw some odd looking writing on the plastic. Now I am proficient at reading Fox Indian (also some Iowa) and immediately deciphered “Genuine Organic Young Buffalo Jerky, accept no other. Best by 1455.” That could have been just 455. Fox Indians didn’t accept Arabic numerals until about 400 and then they weren’t always accurate.
I realized that I’d dug into an Indian midden dump, but it was so terrible hot I just went home. Unfortunately, at that time I knew nothing of how to preserve such artifacts, and within minutes it had dissolved into carbon dioxide or whatever such things dissolve into. I’m sure now that it is something harmful.
I told some of my neighbors about it, of course, but they wouldn’t believe me. Some were so cruel as to say I’d always been a bit strange.
By the way, where’d you say you got that Eco-snob?
Yours for truth in the spoken, written and displayed word.
John Spickard, Trenton