

I was blown away when my die-hard Republican boomer dad said he thinks climate change is real. There’s a pond behind our house, and he can remember how big it used to get in the rainy season and how small it used to get in the dry season. Now, during the rainy season it comes up to the backdoor, and during the dry season it’s not there at all. If he can still trust his own eyes over what the TV tells him to think, maybe there’s still some hope for the world.
My solution was pretty simple. I don’t go out to eat often. If I haven’t had fish in a while, well, hey, now I have an excuse not to cook.
Also mix it up. Try sushi, try a fish fry, try that fancy fish joint.