One landfill in Denver is taking their garbage fumes and attempting to convert them into electric power. Is it feasible? Dana Cronin fills us in with an audio essay.
The Endangered Heart of Wine County
I grew up in one of the top wine meccas of the world: Napa Valley, Calif. Wine Country. It’s a place where the majority of people you see walking down Main Street are tourists, slowing traffic to admire the vineyards and wineries along the highway. It’s a place where high school students have the option of enrolling in a viticulture class, where it’s weird for the parents of a friend not to be involved in the wine industry, and where I’ve dealt with numerous inebriated customers at work, drunk from wine tasting all day.
The Holy Foreskin
I shoved my way onto a crowded moving walkway, craned my neck upward, and there she was: El Virgen de Guadalupe. Within 30 seconds, the moving walkway ended, and she was no longer in sight. I was in a crowded church in Mexico City, where I was surrounded by hundreds of admirers, to get a good look at the tapestry where, legend has it, the Virgin of Guadalupe appeared in 1531.
Your Father Went Here Too?
With admissions decisions looming, I sat in my college counselor’s office seeking words of comfort. I had applied early decision to Colorado College, and there was not much else I could think about for those few days than how crushed I would be if I were denied.
“Don’t worry, you’re in,” Mrs. Meineke told me.
I wondered if she was only saying that because she knew my dad went to CC thirty years ago.
But she was right. I got in.