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Liberalgeek is throwing a party, a wind party. It is a must- read for anyone who knows deep down in their chromosomes that Delaware has to go down this future path if it wishes to survive.

Hyperbole aside, yeah we will still be around like withered figs, but as a viable state, we will not grow new jobs. Instead, our legislature will concern itself with how to survive on less and less, while our neighboring states around us, steal what should have been our opportunity and subsequently, the economic vitality that goes with it.

Ladies and Gentlemen: This decision is the BIG ONE.

You know THAT decision….. that comes around every twenty years or so. The last “Big” decision occurred in the early eighties, with the changing of Financial Center Development Act that flip-flopped us into a banker friendly state. The ” big” one before that, was the Delaware Coastal Zoning act, attributed to former governor Russel Petersen, that has kept Delaware beautiful and not looking like the shores of Brooklyn.

This trend, that of finding a gem every twenty years or so within the Diamond state, goes back to our state being the first to ratify the Constitution.

As outlined here, you can write some letters. You can also write some friends and ask them to write letters.

So how do you write a letter to a legislator or governor?

Here are some inside tips on how to get noticed………….

Don’t try to sound high minded. Be yourself. Write like you talk. Government officials spend lots of time with sycophants trying to impress them. Sometime they want to hear from someone real.

Keep it short: try to say what you want in five lines.

Don’t resort to slogans: “Wind power is great! Hooray! Boo to Coal!.” Politicians see so much of that crap, (bloggers too) that they are not only are immune, but also prone to consider the slogan’s author too stupid and too shallow to be taken seriously.

Make it personal. Before you write, think about why you, personally, believe in wind. Then say it.

So here is an example.

To The Honorable Dori Connor Senator 12th District

Dear Ms Conner:

I work forty hours a week as a Pipe welder. I want you to support Blue Water Wind’s proposal. Clean healthy air is very important to me. I have respiratory problems when Delaware City smoke settles over my house. Wind is free , but the price of coal will triple over the next ten years, and I cannot even afford to pay my utility costs now.

Again, please help us and support Blue Water Wind’s proposal.



Open, Honest, Personal, Brief, Effective.

Is it worth the time or effort, will your letter make the slightest iota of a difference?

Well if you look at local election results, you can see that in close races, often a couple hundred votes determine who wins. In primaries, the margins of victory are even tighter. So,………. yeah, your letter makes a difference!

Early this morning snow fell on Delaware. It was nothing like the blizzards of the Midwest or the lake snows blanketing the state of New York. In fact, it was not much of anything really.

That is perhaps why of all the things going on in the world today, I decided to ignore them for a moment and revel in this immediate event that happened here tonight.

Snow has been rare this winter. I can think of no school closings so far. First time ever, my children tell me. And this snow, had it been on a steep slope, would have been awesome for waxed skis.

But what I like best, is that this event sort of sneaked up on us. Oh usually, the salt is thickly spread long before the first tiny flake falls, leaving a safe, if not ugly black ribbon cutting across the fresh white packaging.

But this time, Deldot was sleeping, and fortunately for me, they had not destroyed the silence of tredded rubber slicing through pristine powder. No groan of the window-washer pump, no clatter of squeaky wipers to spoil the silence; no sizzle of filthy water flung up against my fenders; just the whisper of the flakes blowing off the roof, leaving a different kind of vapor trail in my wake.

There is nothing like the quietness of falling snow. Distant sounds, if heard at all, have a strange tone when snow is falling. It is like hearing for the first time, a distant echo from our brief beginning.

After a long time, finally now, I could be at ease. There was quiet. There was a peace that has escaped me since childhood. For everyone else was asleep. It was exhilarating to drive down America’s aorta, with no tracks in front of me, following my same nightly routine, but with none of the same consequences.

I know most of you will wake, perhaps shocked, and contend with Deldot’s rapid response team. You will curse and swear and hopefully avoid any financial detriment caused by those flakes of white.

As for me, I hope to catalogue, bury, and hold on to the memories of this night forever. And at some later date, recover them and rejoice that one still has the ability to remember how a child feels, especially when those tiny white flakes start to fall.

But being grown up, like Ulysses I am tied fast to my responsibilities and routines, and though I cry out to the snow siren that sings it’s songs of my youth, my ship moves on, and only faint memories of what transpired tonight, will linger on.