No frail neck will ever catch in plastic pop rings on my account — I am that kind of meticulous. I gladly lay used paper to a recycled rest if one is readily available. From time to time I think about dolphins, how lovely they are and how clever over a tunafish sandwich because I care. And when I tell stories to my children about the old days when there were trees I will say that no duck’s neck was ever endangered by my plastic pop rings. Not directly. Not exactly.
7 September 2002