John Harrigan: Ticks, earwigs, Northern Pass and a host of other 'ughs'
Back in my boyhood days, not so long ago, we never had to worry about ticks. In fact, we'd never heard of them. Just the other day I asked boyhood friend Greg Keazer about this. He replied that he thought that a tick was something strange about an eye. "Eye-eye," I answered, not able to help myself.
First, the arrival of suckers, a member of the carp family. Never had I seen them in tributaries of the Upper Connecticut. But suddenly here they were, swimming in a warming soup, a part of Beaver Brook where I'd never seen them before.
Soon after came the earwigs. I first saw them on cedar fence post that I was mowing around on Hospital Road in Colebrook.
Earwigs have tarsal pincers. These do not pinch - all right, a little bit, but mildly.
We do not need or want this power. Hydro-Quebec is desperate to sell power derived from despoiling the Far North. How is drowning billions of carbon-sequestering, oxygen-producing trees "green''? Why are the media swallowing this?
We are too good to be a conduit for New Haven's and New York City's desire for power.
Burying a token eight miles of power line, even if it can be done, a big question, is a tossed bone. As a guy who loves his state, and with a sense of place, not to be trodden on, the answer is "No."
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