“And when the dew that lay was gone up, behold, upon the face of the wilderness there lay a small

He was, like the rest of us who count ourselves among the environmental community, still emotionally hung over on the

Ken Burns stopped. The legendary documentarian typically plows forward with the relentless tenacity of a cragged New Englander picking rocks

She patiently listened to the details, time and time again, that sounded too eerily similar. A few sordid, graphic and