IT’S A DELICIOUS, IF TORTUROUS, CYCLE WITH ME: just when I’m on the brink of throwing up my hands and writing all humanity off as a wretched lot of uberconsumerist, plastic-mongering jackasses who deserve to suffocate in the ozone-depleted bed we’ve made for ourselves — lo and behold, some brightly shining soul or earth-conscious initiative pops up out of the proverbial woodwork, torch held high to light a new, restorative way forward, and voila! — restored is my faith in humanity and our ability, just maybe, to reverse this course of destruction we’ve trod these many centuries. I met one…
