That's it.
I want to be young at heart!
I'm trading in the environmental spirit of Rachel Carson to channel my new hero, Frank Sinatra.
Oommm. Get me Franky!
"Fairytales can come true, it can happen to you..."
Yes, it can happen, giggling into the future.
"...if you're young at heart! Don't you know it's worth every treasure on earth to be young at heart, for as rich as you are, it's better by far to be young at heart! And if you should survive..."
Can I survive if I remain in my neighborhood?
Tipping point for change:
More neighborhood building with no care for neighbors' peace or air quality, and forget about the increased traffic load, ozone, and fine particulate matter.
So to hell with... I mean, Oommm. Franky, baby, where are you?!
"And here is the best part, you have a head start, if you're among the very young at heart!"
So to chasing clean air connoisseurs, I'll write my last Chasing Clean Air advocacy/education article soon, after-which, we'll proceed past the traffic jams and go forward light as a bubble, light as a bee, light as a solar-powered paraglider!
Float from gridlock to a land laid with courage, not gold, embracing uncertainty and change under blue skies.
Trivia: I saw a photo of my grandma Fannie with Frank Sinatra and Jimmy Durante and Sammy Davis Jr. at the once famous Copacabana where they performed at the ritzy New York City Hotel Fourteen . My grandpa owned the hotel. My grandma was a secretary--a ball of passion, really, raising funds, speaking out--for her boss President Chaim Weizmann, Israel's first president. Me, almost rich girl? Nope, they gave everything away. Definite activist, whose got to curtail it and embrace sanity. Yep.
Franky, take it away!
"Fairytales can come true, it can happen to you... if you're young at heart...
Don't you know its worth every treasure on earth to be young at heart...
And if you should survive until 105, look at all you'll derive out of being alive...
And here is the best part, you have a head start, if you're among the very young at heart!"
One last environmentally informative chasing clean air article to go... and then we'll explore the lighter side, leaving self-serving players to have their traffic and noise and health impacts, as cumulative construction projects go underway with more to follow wreaking havoc on an already weary from traffic neighborhood. Money choking itself on most probably toxic dust, (not pixie dust).
Let's Jiu-Jitsu toward bluer skies. Real and imagined.
And choose to remain young at heart while the people who need more, build bigger because they can.
And since climate change, nuclear meltdowns, oil spills, and pesticides may do us in anyway in the end, I surrender.
To the dance floor.
