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June 4, 2009
I sat for the afternoon in a public hearing on a major project being planned near here. The countryside and the sea in the bright, high, white light of June was spectacularly beautiful standing outside the building where it was held.

Inside, petulance reigned, attended by pedantic detail and abrasive egos. The travelling circus of mercenary objectors was present in all their noisy insistence.

I thought of a farmer who once asked if his cattle would still have water after my project was built, and who readily accepted my word that they would, and warmed me with his quiet dignity.