A little fun the other day: Lukas and I went to Sebastopol to pick up some herbs from Rosemary’s Garden and on the way, decided to go by Florence Street a few blocks from downtown. Florence street is the site of a lot of sculpture by artists Patrick Amiot and Brigitte Laurent, who live on the street. They have a lot of their work in their front yard and most of their neighbors have pieces too. It is quite the art walk! Lukas loved it, especially the tractor and the skeleton driving the motorcycle…
I met Kristine in college twenty years ago in painting class. Of course, after a few years we lost touch. Imagine my surprise when I met her again two years ago and we both had a kid the same age. We started hanging out once in a while and discovered that it is as if no time has past (I love it when that happens!) We also discovered that the best place to meet was the Old Adobe State Park, since it is halfway between our houses. This is an oddly overlooked state park, not just because it is so beautiful but because it is the site of General Vallejo’s adobe home, the first building in the area built by non-Native Americans. It is also odd because everyone knows about it, yet no one goes there.
This place is quiet. It is eerily authentic with its rustic, spare decor and its cowhides slung across fence rails. You imagine yourself living a really uncomfortable western life there. Adobe Creek, the town’s original water supply, runs innocently past. Maybe it is this overt reminder that life was so hard out here during the adobe’s time that keeps people away. We don’t want to think about life without our comforts and stores, central heat and soft beds. I know I don’t, not really. It wasn’t so long ago out here that life shifted from hunter-gatherer tribes living their own comfortable life off the land to colonization and the strange stoic roots of our modern culture.
And Kristine and I continue to meet here, when we think of it, once in a while. And our kids play in the leaves, and run past the cacti, and on the balconies with ghosts and we talk about our lives, past, present and future, as if we are anywhere.
The community garden is one of my favorite places. Three year old Lukas loves to go there too. “Let’s go to the ‘munity garden mama.” he urges throughout the summer, and even in other seasons too. We don’t actually garden there but are still welcome to walk through and enjoy shade and the feeling of abundance. At the urging of one of the gardeners, we have pulled carrots and eaten strawberries out of the kids’ garden (and they were very tasty!) We like to relax a bit there after the chaos of the playground, walking past grand sunflowers, huge explosions of chard, and iridescent blue borage popping up all over the place. Compost piles in various states are up against one wall and sometimes we can hear the splashy sounds of the recreation center poolgoers over the wall as we cuddle on a bench by a mosaic birdbath, smelling tomatoes and fruit in the air and admiring the handiwork of our neighbors. Though quite visible from the park, many people don’t seem to know about this place, making it seem sort-of like a secret garden.
I love that the river is more and more celebrated in our town. Lots of boats dressed up for winter on this dark night.
Today the baby and I skipped our morning walk to Bus Stop coffee downtown and instead, our whole family attended Jared Huffman’s public forum on the new Dutra Asphalt plant under review for siting at the southern entrance to the City of Petaluma.
This lovely plant would be located alongside native wetland plants, on the Petaluma river, across from Schollenberger Park, the new wetlands park, an Egret rookery, within noise and emissions reach of many schools, and within one of the largest intact marshes in the United States—the largest in the San Francisco estuary system.
If this isn’t reason enough to oppose this plant, then probably nothing will convince you otherwise. The forum, though, is pretty astounding. Huffman had the best intentions, I am sure, when he organized this forum for the people to voice their concerns about the asphalt plant. Could he have forseen that they would actually show up? The room is about three times too small for the actual numbers of people who have arrived. Not to mention the lack of coffee and bagels that I find a little disturbing, considering this is a 9am weekend event, but I digress.
I am not able to enter the actual room that the event is in because it is full. They open up some side doors so the overflow crowd can “hear” the event. I never see Jared Huffman and can’t make out a single word. Since I can’t participate in the forum itself, I make use of the time by chatting with friends and interviewing random people with pro-dutra stickers. The very first woman I ask “why are you for the asphalt plant?”, defensivly looks away and says “it provides jobs.” I say, “There are lots of other jobs, is there anything else?” and she says, “It provides local asphalt, and jobs.” I say “Is that a job you want? Do you have a job there?” and she says “I have members who do.” “Members of what?” I ask “My organization.” she says and doesn’t elaborate on what organization has asked its members (many of whom apparently work for Dutra) to attend this event in favor of Dutra. She doesn’t appear to know much about the actual issue and doesn’t want to talk about it, although if you are wearing a sticker that says Dutra Yes on it, then, well, maybe you should be open to talking about it.
I see a girl outside with a Dutra Yes sticker on her sweatshirt. “Why are you pro-asphalt plant” I ask. “I don’t know, my mom made me come, she said we needed bodies.” she says, sounding tired. Probably not the way she wanted to spend her Saturday morning. “It’s not good,” I say, “it’s next to Shollenberger Park and will put around 250 big trucks on the road every day going on and off the freeway (actually the number is between 175 and 750, and I think we know what the actual number will end up being if there is no cap on it, which there isn’t!) and will emit fumes and noise.” “Really?” she says, a look of disgust spreads across her face and she slowly peels off the sticker with two deliberate fingers… “I’m all save-the-earth, I didn’t know.” she says. “You can check out the www.saveshollenberger.com website if you want for more info.” I tell her. “I’ll totally check it out.” she says.
Another couple of guys I speak with inside are a contrast. One is argumentative, and doesn’t seem to know much about the issue (A theme, to be expected when a corporation rallies people to represent them). “It’s the same plant as they have now.” he says. I look at him, “It’s a much larger plant that is being proposed, actually,” I say, “No it’s not.” he says. OK. “There could be 250 trucks on the road per day with this plant, or more.” I say. “No there won’t.” he says. I love this guy! “Get your facts straight lady,” (yikes, he called me lady! Indeed, the Sons of Italy are setting up for their 1950 nostalgia dinner right around us so maybe some of the era is seeping in) “You don’t see 250 trucks right now.” he says. “That’s because the plant they are proposing is bigger.” I say. ‘No, it’s not.” he says. And there you have it. We are at an impasse.
The other guy is much more into the conversation and knows many of the facts, although he doesn’t appear to know about the trucks. He also understands the idea of transitioning out of our current economy into another one, but can’t quite make the leap all the way over since he works in the industry somehow. What I gather is that he is afraid of collapsing the current industry and economy. “We can’t survive without trucks” he says. “We didn’t have trucks 100 years ago” I say. “But our system is set up now to depend on them” he says. “Something new will come up to replace them, like these replaced what was there before.” I say. I really want to continue this conversation, the best so far, but I can hear my toddler calling in the background for his mama and so we leave the event for home and playtime.
This last conversation, of course, is the much larger issue we are getting into here. It is beyond the fact that I don’t want any of us to breathe asphalt fumes, including my little son, beyond not wanting to live in a town with smokestacks violating stated air and noise standards echoing and emitting across the town and greeting you as you arrive from San Francisco, or where the egrets are in danger of losing their nesting grounds because of fumes and noise right next to them. Not to mention how it would suck going on and off the freeway heading south with all those trucks (one every three minutes!). Yes, beyond all those obvious facts, there is the larger issue of the entire industrial complex that this guy is now alluding to.
I know where he is coming from. I understand that it’s an unknown to leave behind what seems to be working and try something else. But can anyone really deny these days that it actually isn’t working? Maybe the part where the company builds a plant and makes asphalt and money is working, sort-of, at least maybe for a short while longer. But um, what about all that other stuff? Like our air, water and land being polluted and depleted. Etc. More asphalt to build more roads when we can’t fix the ones we already have (which are not going unfixed due to a shortage of asphalt). More trucks trucking things around that we “need” when these “needs” are depleting our land, air and water. But, yes, hard to leave it behind, this old way of doing things. But we have done it before. I am sure the wagon makers and horseshoers were pissed when the car started coming in. And, even more similar to our current situation, the entire south thought their industry would collapse without slavery, but that had to go too.
It takes some serious consciousness to come up with a new plan instead of just letting the old one fall apart first and then try to pick up the pieces. The first part of which is saying that certain things are not acceptable anymore and phasing them out completely and allowing new ways to replace them.
People like to freak out that if we transition to something else it has to be some sort of rustic existence where everything is hard and we have spears, jitneys, wear fur loincloths and have none of the modern day comforts. While this of course, isn’t what people actually mean when they talk about transition to a new sustainable culture, (although jitneys are kindof cool) we might acknowledge that some of these modern day comforts are really not that comfortable anyway. These things have made us heavier, less healthy, more isolated from our communities, among other things. A serious transition addresses many issues. It has already begun in so many ways. (see www.dailyacts.org right here in Petaluma for some local inspiration!)
A new plan includes alternative transportation like rail, buses, bikes, and walking, living within the means of the asphalt plants we already have and then phasing them out completely in favor of new ways. I know I know, “then we wouldn’t have any roads!” I can hear the people bellowing. We might notice that we have way too many roads already and can’t even take care of those (ie, the “pothole problem” in Petaluma). Step one: alternative transportation: focus on creating ways for people to get around without cars, and so those without driver’s licenses, like the elderly and the kids, can get around too. Then the roads won’t be trashed so fast and we won’t need as much asphalt in the beginning. Later we might not need any asphalt. We do not want to head in the wrong direction by approving more asphalt plants, we are wanting to head in the RIGHT direction by decreasing our consumption of detrimental materials. If not now during this key time, before the plant even exists, WHEN?
The truth is, we don’t always know where we will end up and I know people like to be in control. I think this is the real issue. We want to know where we are going, even if it is straight off a cliff. But it doesn’t have to be off a cliff. We can create the reality we want to live in and it is not magical thinking to do so. It takes specific local actions like not approving a new asphalt plant for a start.
If you want to know more about this issue– www.saveshollenberger.com
In the meantime, a few small things about the asphalt plant:
1) the city of Petaluma, the Sierra Club and LOTS of others oppose the plant. Sonoma county is forcing us to have it at this point.
2) It would exceed noise levels allowed by the general plan and just won an amendment to the plan to go ahead.
3) There would be between 175 and 750 trucks per day going in and out and getting on the freeway.
4) The plant could operate 24/7 80% of the time
5) All their figures are spread out over 12 months, when in reality, most of their work is in the drier 8 months—spring, summer fall, during the times when we want to be outside) so all figures can really be seen as a third more when compacted this way.
6) There are so many more startling facts about this project, go have a read at www.saveshollenberger.com
Here in our town, we have a mayor who values carless transportation. Every year, Mayor Pam Torliatt makes sure we enjoy the mayor’s boat ride, the mayor’s bus ride, the mayor’s bike ride and the mayor’s walk. The river is right downtown so boats arriving downtown are very festive, although at this point, I suppose the mayor’s boat ride (small craft only) is more about fun than practicality in everyday life. But the point is made. There were lots of people out in their boats (or borrowed or rented boats) following the lead of the mayor: kayaks, canoes, little wooden boats, bigger wooden boats—all gathered Saturday for the community ride on the river. I talked with one guy who said regretfully that he rarely sends his beautiful handmade wooden boat into the water. Events like these are a great excuse to remember how peaceful, social and even sometimes practical, a boat ride can be.