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July 23, 2024

The “O” In “Oh Dear!” Is For Ocean

At this writing, the Republican nominee for President was nearly assassinated, and the Democrat party is in such disarray one commentator said, “It couldn’t find sand if it fell off a camel.” Our democracy looks like an old sweater so pulled and pilled it is almost useless but still maintains its basic shape. Yet I remain determined in my efforts to advise you all that unless the climate problem is attacked none of the above will matter. Today’s topic is the ocean.

I am alone this week. My bride is doing a good deed out of town, helping a friend who just lost her husband. I am mostly staying inside thanking the gods of air conditioning because the temperature in South Florida is in the 90’s with the “feels like” temperature at 103. The evening temperature never got below 85 degrees last night. The air is too heavy to muster up a breeze.

“I thought this was about the ocean?” you ask. Well, in years gone by it rarely has gotten this hot down here. Why? The ocean. All through the summer until usually late September when the winds shift the ocean keeps temperatures tolerable, tolerable if you will accept the fact that this is the sub-tropics. The problem is we are losing the sub and…

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At Least From My Perspective
At Least From My Perspective

Written by At Least From My Perspective

Bill Gralnick, born in Brooklyn, has written over 900 op ed columns for newspapers and magazines over his 45 year career. He has published three books.

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