New coveralls

by Charlie on February 8, 2012

What is going on in Charlie’s Corner? Actually, I’m just waiting for winter.

My wife, Jane, got me some coveralls for Christmas so I would be  properly stylish when riding my new little Massey-Ferguson garden tractor this spring, but winter hasn’t shown up yet.

I’ll get to the coveralls in a bit. But you need to know this first:

Three years ago, in the middle of the winter, Jane and the boys and I  rescued a barely tamed, feral Carolina Dog (aka American Dingo – you could look it up).

Before we could get her into the house, she bolted and hid under a neighbor’s porch.

D.D.

After some weeks, D.D., an acquired name standing for damned dog, continued to display those special lovable characteristics of her ancestors — nothing that six weeks and a grand’s worth of intense training shouldn’t cure.

D.D. did very well. But to remind her of her training and to keep her company, we also rescued, Rex, a lovable but most unworthy beta-male, a’hem — guard dog, from a most unpleasant and certain fate.

It was soon time for D.D. to graduate. The trainer brought the two to our home and proceeded to show them off.

Rex eagerly showed what he had been taught in his 18 months of life in boot camp, but D.D. was home now and would have no more of those silly rules. She was most smartly up to her old ways before the trainer had left that afternoon.

We repaired the fence in the back yard and held these companions pretty well, but it was no match for a stray puppy that decided to move in.

D.D. had her own pack now and was ready to show them the ropes. More fence repairs and more TLC and more irate neighbors. We did our best to hold them with training collars and strong leashes, but we figured one more incident and there goes the farm.

Rex

Rex

So, off D.D., Rex and now Littlebit went back to school while we fenced in an acre and a half with a quarter mile of 5-foot rail and hog wire.

That new fence not only kept our dogs in, but it kept the deer out.

Now you know why I have a garden tractor and new coveralls. Last year was the test. This year I intend to eat.

Oh, by the way, D.D., Rex and Littlebit love the family, the folks at Charlie’s Soap, and especially the grandchildren. They’re my best buddies.

We just can’t trust them “unsupervised” with the neighbors or strangers on the golf course behind the house.

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Beware the environmental witch doctors

by Charlie on January 4, 2012

In the immortal words of Kermit the Frog, “It’s not easy being green.”  What he meant to say was, “It’s not easy being green when the rules for ‘being truly green’ keep changing.”

Over the past 40 years or so, dedicated environmentalists have changed the world.  They are not through by any stretch, and they have done a great service for all of us.   Because of their efforts, the rivers and lakes and the skies above us are cleaner by far; all of us have become more conscious of our responsibilities to keep them that way.

We at Charlie’s Soap have done our small part. Textile plants near us in Southside Virginia and the North Carolina Piedmont reduce the strain on waste water treatment plants by using our new, more eco-friendly detergents. Through our small efforts, and with the efforts of many others, water in our Mayo River, once colorfully polluted with dyeing and finishing wastes, has become cleaner and cleaner.  We have also installed expensive dust collectors and recyclers in our own laundry powder operation to help keep the air clean.

With every year, more environmental science majors compete to improve our air and water, but it is getting harder and harder and more expensive to discover and eliminate the last, tiny remnants left by decades of carelessness.  All the easy pickins’ of pollution in the world’s responsible and free societies are long gone.

Just what are all our thousands of poor environmental science majors going to do?   Some have found ways to properly use their hard-earned knowledge and continue the good fight.  Others, however, justify their keep by scaring enough people into believing we are all going to die unless some new terror is not immediately attended to.  They offer to help folks — for a fee — to comply with new, stricter regulations imposed to combat the latest contrived terror.  Shamans and witch doctors, in primitive societies, have been doing this for eons.

I love my clean air and my clean water.  Our source of water at Charlie’s Soap is the aforementioned Mayo River.  It still needs to be treated before we get it, but the river itself, thanks to honest and diligent environmentalists, is pure enough to drink without any treatment at all.  That says a lot.  However, I’m very happy that good rules in place require its treatment all the same.

What a wonderful world we have made so far, and we still have lots of work to do.  Let us not ever lose sight of our responsibilities — even though some of the current popular terrors will surely turn out to be nothing more than scams.

Let us all be diligent and make sure we seek truth and not follow the latest fad that only pads the pockets of our would-be witch doctors.

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