
The odometer on my car says I have driven 8,001.9 miles since I left Brooklyn for this trip in July of 2007.
In the past, Laura and a few friends have referred to me as an environmentalist. Although I do have a true love for the environment and our impact on it, I am nowhere near an environmentalist. I smoke on occasion, eat meat almost everyday, and I have been driving around the country in a carbon-spewing stink-box-on-wheels filled with plastic and leather for the last four months. The car was loaned to me for free for the project, I couldn't really complain about it. It's not like people with their bio-diesel or hybrid cars were knocking down my door. I took what I could get, and now I must pay for it.
Offsetting your carbon foot-print seems totally backwards to me. It advocates that you can pollute, get off with a slap on the wrist and not have to feel bad about it. But that doesn't fix the problem or promote any kinda of change. I say be conscious of the decisions you make and understand the effects your choices have on your environment. Now that I own a car and rely on it, I realize it's not always easy. I still do the best I can though. I don't buy bottled water, I try my damnedest not to eat fast-food, I only buy locally (If I buy anything at all), and I've even been somewhat good about last year's New Years resolution and have tried not to eat pork. I've been eating Miss Piggy on occasion, but far less then it used to.
So according to
climatecrises.net, If I add in my cars make and model, I have produced just under four tons of carbon since leaving Brklyn. According to them, I should give $50 to support eco-friendly causes. I've chosen to buy $50 worth of trees (that's 50 trees) and plant them in honor of my Grandfather, Bob, or as I always referred to him, G, or G'Pa.
(center) G'ma and G'pa, Prom, 1948G was always amazingly supportive of anything I wanted to do. He was like my best friend, and was always there if I needed something. I loved him more then anything, and it still hurts to see photos of him in the house and to know I am currently sitting twenty feet away from where he passed. Because of finances and living in NY, I had not seen my Grandpa for a while. I was three days away from visiting him here in Indiana, when he suddenly died in 2004. This was going to be the first time we could have shared a beer together, something we were both really looking forward to. He even went out and bought us a case of Bud for the occasion.
The night of his passing I walked into a little pub across from where I lived on 8th ave, and bought two beers and laid out an image of him on the bar. Although I thought about leaving one untouched, he would have thought it to be wasteful, so I downed them both, and got on a plane the next day for his funeral. I never saw my grandfather without a smile on his face, he was truly an inspiration and I am very happy to say that he would have loved seeing me on this journey, and I know he would have been my greatest supporter. These miles, even thought they are filled with dirty carbon, are most definitely for him.
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