Image credit: Philippe Cousteau My sister Alexandra’s flight was delayed last night so she didn’t get in until after midnight. We were all sorry she couldn’t join us for dinner and a toast to my grandfather for what would have been his 100 birthday. Despite the late night we got moving around 8:30 for the two hour drive to Grand Isle. Neither my sister nor my mother had been down to witness this disaster with their own eyes and as environmental leaders it was important for them to do so. It was fixing to be another hot day as the thermometer in the car was reading almost 90 degrees and it was not even 9AM. Typical for this time o… Read the full story on TreeHugger
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Dispatch from the Gulf Oil Spill: The Slippery Fate of Bird Island
