That’s what a reader, whom I trust and who has always been accurate before, writes me. Fear of pollution. Well hell, I played on those same fields 40 years ago and I’m still here, but that was then, this is now. Of course, we were also allowed to smoke in the Student Center back then (you had to go outside to do dope), so perhaps we were protected from lesser toxins.
UPDATE: What the hell are we doing to ourselves? When I was a kid, my father and even a science teacher at Riverside School both kept big jugs of mercury for us to play and experiment with – we’d roll it out, form it, play with it, experiment with it and learn from its properties, all without harm. Ten years ago or so, some kid at Eastern Middle School dropped a thermometer on the floor, spilled a teeny bit of mercury on the floor and the entire school was evacuated while haz-mat teams came in, sealed off the area and cleaned up a teaspoonful of the material. Mercury hasn’t become more dangerous but rather, our fear of everything has increased. This is just crazy. There’s no guarantee of complete safety in this world – witness Norway – and trying to squeeze out every perceived danger is both ludicrous and limiting. Go for the gusto.
UPDATE: so what now, we rip up the million dollars worth of artificial turf we just laid down (without, apparently, testing the soil we were covering)? Well at least we could then move the fireworks back there. Maybe pave everything and make Greenwich the basketball center of Fairfield County?