In 1930, my greatgrandparents purchased a beautiful farm in Bradford County, PA, in a little hamlet called French Azilum. In the summer, we spent time there, resting, breathing in the fresh air, enjoying the wild flowers, the bright stars and planets on a clear moonlit night, and swimming in the Susquehanna River. If gas drilling is allowed to continue, Bradford County and all of Pennsylvania will be forever changed, ruined beyond repair.
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Yes, I love this song. I do not now nor will I ever understand how people can sit back and allow their neighbors to get sick and to have dangerous well water and, because they may someday ("pie in the sky")rake in some bucks, they won't take the gas companies to task.Of course, I don't see the point of war, where we kill each others' children and say we're "helping" the world either.
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