“Dad! What’s that smell!” Said my oldest daughter as we drove north on the interstate heading home from the museum.
Chiming in, “Ya dad! It smells worse than your farts!” My younger daughter added.
“That’s the smell of the oil refinery. The wind must be blowing the smell in this direction” I responded with a laugh.Continue reading “It Smells Worse than Daddy’s Farts: A Talk about Environmental Racism”