Waves of muck
One tiny slice of an awfully big mess.
Dear Kemp’s ridley turtles: Well, it looks like you’ll be staying with us a little longer. Believe me, you’re better off swimming around there at the New England Aquarium and playing second or third fiddle to the penguins with the passing school groups. (Don’t feel too bad. Put Lady Gaga in the tank, and the kids would still run for the penguins.) And at least you’ve got company. From your original 200 brought to the aquarium last winter from Cape Cod beaches, there are about two dozen of you left, which is unfortunate but probably par for the course, if you happen to be one of the most endangered species on the planet. The intention was to release y’all back into the Gulf of Mexico at the most propitious time. But because
Charles P. Pierce / firstname.lastname@example.org