This is Rumbel Strip America Heilman.

Personally and spiritually I have having been a plastophobe of hated plastic ever since I understood how it reduced human craft

It cheapened it all, you know, and it's poisonous and it, but sometime a number of years ago I had this sort of moment of

kinship with the plastic I realized there but for fortune it's a carbon form once it was a tree fern and then some

diplodopoulos came along and ate the tree fern and diplodoplus is long dinosaur, it takes a few days. Out you come in an enhanced environment.

You're now in a poop. So you go through this thing and the Diplodopoulos poops you out this stupid Diplodopoulos steps into some kind of tar pit 500

million years later out into the Saudi sunshine whisper free at last denied the

face of the sun for 500 million years.

Now, oops, turn into PVC pipe, buried 8 feet deep,

moving human feces up to a mound for another indeterminate period, once again denied

the face of the sun.

In Buddhist terms, you got to ask yourself about the karma of a piece of PVC.

That's Carl Hammer, the founder and president of the Vermont Compost Company in Eastmont

Phelier. I heard about Carl from a friend of mine who told me

about how he had puppies one winter and he decided to compost their poop on the

floor in the house which he sweetened with donkey manure and hardwood bark and hay.

Carl started as a vegetable and dairy farmer on a hill farm in Versia, Vermont, and the success of the

farm depended entirely on the quality of the soil and he started experimenting with adding

this poop to that poop, adding food scraps and bark and other materials and it was all going

well. The vegetables sold, he was sharecropping hay selling heifers, he had a business card that said have fun, make money, save the world.

How do you make more land, better land, to make more food for more people. I think this was the question that

made him finally get out of farming and get into compost production long before

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