We thank all of all of our friends family and perfect strangers who expressed their concern and good wishes for our son Arieh over the last two weeks.
While we have said this many times before, it bears repeating again.
This place we live in, this place we raised Arieh along with his two brothers and sister is a remarkable one. Indeed if we did not experience it ourselves often and repeatedly we would simply not believe it.
We know the support we received not only in the last two weeks but over and over again has very little to do with ourselves. We know we are not that likeable much less lovable.
Rather the goodness comes from good people and it is an honor and a privilege to call you dear readers– neighbors.
Ferguson Springs was a special place for our family. We hunted frogs there for 20 years and was one of two springs pure enough within 20 miles of us to perform ritual cleansing.
In fact the water was so pure and the area so pristine that one of our son theorized that it could be one of the very few places on earth where a golum (a Jewish bogeyman) might be created.
Well we dodged that bullet.
We went to the springs Wednesday to have a look at the oil drilling.
It ain’t so pure anymore and we doubt very much that a frog survives.
But while we mourn the soiling of the springs, we have no regrets about the oil rig and wish it success in finding oil.
Life and living are full of trade offs.
We will give up frog hunting and find another spring for golum making in exchange for energy independence and good jobs for our children.
It has always struck as odd the call by some in the environmental movement to oppose everything and everything that could possibly alter the status quo.
Clean air and clean water are important and we must be vigilant to protect it.
But on the other hand we have no intention of giving up our cars, our homes, our computers or those very easily purchased cheap and delicious foods available in our local market.
We doubt anyone else would.
So drill baby drill.