Yesterday I had to tear myself away from the Sustainability Track of the NBB Conference.
It was organized by Don Scott, the NBB’s “sustainability staffer” who has provided support to past Sustainable Biodiesel Summits. I have to say that from a distance it looked like a snoozer.
But sitting in that room was nothing short of electric. Although I had never heard of any of the speakers, they were a top flight crew who delivered climate change on a silver platter. I was blown away.
Lots of things intrigued me about the meeting. The first was the size. It was two to three times the size of any SBS, or Cooperative Biodiesel Conference I have ever attended.
The second was the audience. Some of the usual suspects where there, but by and large it was the Midwestern soybean crowd who appeared to be there for an education.
It was great. Climate change was not in question. It was hard hitting. It was wonderful. Don Scott and the NBB deserve a point for staging this day long session. By the way, the cost to attend (for non-conference goers) was $50.00. Impressive.
Unfortunately I had to head to Miami for the Grassroots Festival on Virginia Key. I caught a Disney bus for 30.00. Every other seat had a television screen which showed trailers for Disney films and I watched Nicholas Cage in Disney’s National Treasure.
As the sprawl of central Florida vanished in the rear view mirror, the excitement of Miami began to build. Last night was a blast—the festival is still rising from the earth—but today has brought intermittent rains. My tent has taken on water—and before this last deluge I was attempting to dry my sleeping bag on a makeshift clothes line I have strung across a couple of scrawny beach trees.
It would be easy to feel sorry for myself, except I am reading Behind our Doors, which is a riveting history of a Dutch family who hid Jews during World War II. Reading the story of Esther Warmerdam (as told by William Butt), I cannot help but think I have no problems.
The rain will stop. The dancing will begin. The birdlife is remarkable. Today I hiked through a nearby swamp in search of alligators. I came up empty, but Anna, one of Piedmont’s star interns, said she spotted a sixteen footer yesterday…