Could anything I said be worth those 750 pounds of carbon dioxide blasted into the atmosphere? Fifty-nine other people had journeyed here by various conveyances. In fact, I was speaking about the climate crisis. In minutes I would rise to speak at a meal for which and only for which one woman had flown from Illinois to North Carolina. Two silver forks waited to the left of my plate. My white cloth napkin lay folded in my lap. She had rented a car at the airport and driven straight here. Seated to my right was a friendly but road-weary woman who had arrived minutes before from Chicago. The sixty people in the room were professed environmentalists, all of them on the advisory council of an earth center at a college that advertises itself, rightfully, as strongly committed to environmental responsibility. If I ever preached to the choir, this luncheon was it.
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