The video spot for LightAir air cleaners promises that they can protect you from dangerous pollutants. Consumer Reports tested the $300 LightAir Ion Flow 50-F Surface, along with more than two dozen other portable air cleaners.
To evaluate how well they remove dust and smoke, testers place them in a special sealed room. The chamber is filled with fine, powdered clay dust, as well as cigarette smoke.
Testers use a particle analyzer to measure how well the air cleaners remove the contaminants. Testers found the LightAir about as effective at removing dust and smoke as using no air cleaner at all.
An air cleaner from Brookstone, the PureIon Pro, did far better removing dust and smoke. But it produces a small amount of ozone, which can aggravate asthma. The Brookstone meets voluntary standards on ozone levels. But Consumer Reports does not recommend any product that produces ozone.
Consumer Reports says even if you do have asthma or allergies, you probably don't need any air cleaner. To improve air quality, put dust-mite covers on your mattress and pillows. Don’t use a fireplace or let pets in your bedroom.
If you’ve taken those steps and still think you need an air purifier, Consumer Reports found some that are good at dust and smoke removal. The Holmes HAP756-U air cleaner for $150 is a good choice.
Consumer Reports says there’s another inexpensive way to improve the air in your home. If you heat and cool with forced air, you can replace the filter with better one -- something you need to do every couple of months.
Consumer Reports tests found that the $25 the 3M Filtrete Elite Allergen 2200 MPR filter does an excellent job removing dust and pollen.
2012年2月16日星期四
2012年2月7日星期二
Howell Company Secures $465 Million Contract With Army
A company with only 40 employees in Howell is one of five that will share in a $465 million dollar contract with the U.S. Army. It's a contract that holds the opportunity to bring jobs and money to the area.
"We've been doing military work for over 20 years. They're a great customer," said Ralph Beebe, President of Highland Engineering.
Ralph Beebe and his crew at Highland Engineering work hard to provide our troops with what they need.
"When something leaves our facility, the people know where it's going…who's using it and we make sure it's right," said Beebe.
15 years ago they designed a water treatment purifier now used by the Air Force, NATO and FEMA. Recently, they've added on some new products to their list.
"It was a competitively bid contract. Highland Engineering was one of the winners and that's up to a $465 million contract over the next 5 years," said Beebe.
Beebe's company was one out of 5 companies across the country and the only one in Michigan chosen by the U.S. Army to build portable bathrooms, showers, laundry rooms and kitchens that will be shipped to troops all around the world.
The local company brings the comfort of home to our troops, the things we take for granted, like running water to wash your hands and to flush the toilet.
Not only is this one of the biggest contracts for Beebe's company, he says local suppliers will also feel the effects and when these units are in full production it will add about 40 to 50 jobs.
"The veteran unemployment rate right now is an issue and as new jobs come on that would certainly be our first stop...is hiring the vets," said Beebe.
The focus of their work is making the troops as comfortable as they possible.
"They're doing one of the hardest and most difficult jobs, a hot shower at the end of the day is great thing," said Beebe.
Beebe says they hope to be in full production of the units in 5 to 6 months. They plan to produce about 60 a month and ship more than 700 a year to troops.
"We've been doing military work for over 20 years. They're a great customer," said Ralph Beebe, President of Highland Engineering.
Ralph Beebe and his crew at Highland Engineering work hard to provide our troops with what they need.
"When something leaves our facility, the people know where it's going…who's using it and we make sure it's right," said Beebe.
15 years ago they designed a water treatment purifier now used by the Air Force, NATO and FEMA. Recently, they've added on some new products to their list.
"It was a competitively bid contract. Highland Engineering was one of the winners and that's up to a $465 million contract over the next 5 years," said Beebe.
Beebe's company was one out of 5 companies across the country and the only one in Michigan chosen by the U.S. Army to build portable bathrooms, showers, laundry rooms and kitchens that will be shipped to troops all around the world.
The local company brings the comfort of home to our troops, the things we take for granted, like running water to wash your hands and to flush the toilet.
Not only is this one of the biggest contracts for Beebe's company, he says local suppliers will also feel the effects and when these units are in full production it will add about 40 to 50 jobs.
"The veteran unemployment rate right now is an issue and as new jobs come on that would certainly be our first stop...is hiring the vets," said Beebe.
The focus of their work is making the troops as comfortable as they possible.
"They're doing one of the hardest and most difficult jobs, a hot shower at the end of the day is great thing," said Beebe.
Beebe says they hope to be in full production of the units in 5 to 6 months. They plan to produce about 60 a month and ship more than 700 a year to troops.
2012年2月1日星期三
Vendors deem weekend show a great success
Many of the exhibitors at the annual Greater Portsmouth Home Show deemed the weekend event a great success as Saturday was great and Sunday was almost as well attended, was their joint agreement.
John and Mary Mirabella of Newfields have had a leaky basement for years and found several companies anxious to share their knowledge and potential solution to their long standing problem.
"I was impressed with the professionalism of the vendors I spoke with, and plan on doing business with one of them," said John.
The show offered one-stop shopping for people looking for solutions or suggestions, such as in-home vacuum systems or air purifiers, both available from Electrolux.
According to representative Nicole Bodzivch of Wales, Mass., Electrolux has more than 600 stores across the country and she does "an incredible" number of shows each year.
"This is a good one," said Bodzivch, "it is well attended and the people ask good questions. I have several good prospects and sign-ups this weekend."
A popular spot was the booth occupied by Urban Tree Service Of Rochester. According to Edward Roy, arborist for the company, the weekend was an opportunity to show the public that Urban Tree does more than take down trees.
"We do everything from transplanting trees to mosquito control, " said the UNH grad. "I enjoy expanding the public's image of our company."
Rich Guidice, a representative of the Portsmouth MetLife, enjoyed his time at the show.
"We are hooked up with WiFi," said Guidice, "and are able to give showgoers exact quotes on our very low rates."
Luncheon was available from the Frank Jones Center with scrumptious looking sandwiches and decadent brownies evident. A representative of the kitchen advised that their appropriately called homemade shepherd's pie was a big hit.
From basements to roofs pretty much anything home-oriented was available including an evaluation of your posture from Breakfast Hill Chiropractic of Rye.
As chiropractic assistant Carly Taylor put it: "You can't take care of your home if you can't move."
John and Mary Mirabella of Newfields have had a leaky basement for years and found several companies anxious to share their knowledge and potential solution to their long standing problem.
"I was impressed with the professionalism of the vendors I spoke with, and plan on doing business with one of them," said John.
The show offered one-stop shopping for people looking for solutions or suggestions, such as in-home vacuum systems or air purifiers, both available from Electrolux.
According to representative Nicole Bodzivch of Wales, Mass., Electrolux has more than 600 stores across the country and she does "an incredible" number of shows each year.
"This is a good one," said Bodzivch, "it is well attended and the people ask good questions. I have several good prospects and sign-ups this weekend."
A popular spot was the booth occupied by Urban Tree Service Of Rochester. According to Edward Roy, arborist for the company, the weekend was an opportunity to show the public that Urban Tree does more than take down trees.
"We do everything from transplanting trees to mosquito control, " said the UNH grad. "I enjoy expanding the public's image of our company."
Rich Guidice, a representative of the Portsmouth MetLife, enjoyed his time at the show.
"We are hooked up with WiFi," said Guidice, "and are able to give showgoers exact quotes on our very low rates."
Luncheon was available from the Frank Jones Center with scrumptious looking sandwiches and decadent brownies evident. A representative of the kitchen advised that their appropriately called homemade shepherd's pie was a big hit.
From basements to roofs pretty much anything home-oriented was available including an evaluation of your posture from Breakfast Hill Chiropractic of Rye.
As chiropractic assistant Carly Taylor put it: "You can't take care of your home if you can't move."
2011年12月14日星期三
Just this side of winter
Well before the first hint of dawn, I listen to the sounds our house makes in the night. Whirring overhead fan. Purring air purifier. Just barely audible radio voices—KBIA at 5:30 a.m., connecting us automatically to NPR and the world. Click. The thermostat register checking its own temperature, set at 65 degrees for the night. Clink. Ice dropping onto a pile of cubes in the refrigerator’s freezer bin.
Still one more sound catches my attention. Unfamiliar, it is curious enough to have me leave the warmth of down feathers, wool blankets and Kit to find its source. But first, I slip my bare feet into chocolate-colored high topped, fleece-lined Ugg boots—replacements for my old pair purchased in New Zealand long before the world decided that these wooly boots from Down Under were in fact not so ugg-ly after all.
Ignoring traditional house robes, I opt for a warm, oatmeal-colored, oversized sweater that almost reaches my knees and add a sleeveless fleece-lined vest the color of Burmese garnets. Catching my image in the glass porch door, my white pajama pants float beneath the sweater and vest like Pakistani shalwar kameez. For an instant, I see my beautiful sisters Molly and Kim in the late 1970s. Dressed in traditional pajama-like pants and long tops, they are wrapped in cashmere pashmina shawls as a cold dawn rises over the ancient city of Gabedero in Sindh Province, Pakistan.
That sound again, and I’m back in the warming room where I discover that the fan switch on the front of the Buck stove has been blowing all night over hot embers stowed under a pile of gray ash. Sifting under the pile, I uncover two live shards of last night’s fire, add twigs and a small piece of split wood. Soon, I have fire humming back to life in the stove.
One final sound. A cat scratches at the basement door. Fanny, our sharp-eared calico Manx has heard me padding around. Still dark outside; nonetheless, morning is underway as far as this cat is concerned. Feed me, she insists while weaving in, around and just ahead of my feet—a feline skater executing perfect 8s on icy linoleum. The tinny-tight snap of a tuna can opening, instantly bringing our three cats to their bowls. Only then do I push in the coffee button. Clear water runs through dark ground java and cinnamon--drip, drip dripping dark brown into the carafe below.
Milk steamed and coffee poured, I head for the couch across from the now glowing Buck stove, adding a large piece of split firewood on my way. Pre-dawn. My favorite hour of the day. In touch with the house and its living, breathing sounds, I am fully awake and at peace. The fire, a plaid, wool blanket and two sprawling lap cats conspire to keep me warm. Settled in at last, I join the rich cast of characters in two books by Sri-Lankan born, Canadian author Michael Ondaatje--colorful companions for what remains of the night.
In The Cat’s Table, an 11-year old boy makes a life-altering journey by ship from Ceylon to England in 1954. In his lyrical travel memoir, Running in the Family, Ondaatje (in his early 40s) reconnects with his eccentric Ceylonese/Dutch family and the landscape he left as a child, moving first to England, then relocating to Canada in 1962.
Upon arriving back in Sri Lanka (formerly Ceylon), Ondaatje identifies sounds in the night, linking him to his distant childhood there. Reading his description of a peacock’s disturbed cry when awakened from its perch high in the trees, I’m instantly linked through memory to a mysterious peacock on a walkabout many years ago that spent a night in a walnut tree at our former Breakfast Creek home.
Then, as light spills from Ondaatje’s pen over flaming tropical flamboyant trees, I look up to witness the arrival of dawn at Boomerang Creek, just this side of winter.
Still one more sound catches my attention. Unfamiliar, it is curious enough to have me leave the warmth of down feathers, wool blankets and Kit to find its source. But first, I slip my bare feet into chocolate-colored high topped, fleece-lined Ugg boots—replacements for my old pair purchased in New Zealand long before the world decided that these wooly boots from Down Under were in fact not so ugg-ly after all.
Ignoring traditional house robes, I opt for a warm, oatmeal-colored, oversized sweater that almost reaches my knees and add a sleeveless fleece-lined vest the color of Burmese garnets. Catching my image in the glass porch door, my white pajama pants float beneath the sweater and vest like Pakistani shalwar kameez. For an instant, I see my beautiful sisters Molly and Kim in the late 1970s. Dressed in traditional pajama-like pants and long tops, they are wrapped in cashmere pashmina shawls as a cold dawn rises over the ancient city of Gabedero in Sindh Province, Pakistan.
That sound again, and I’m back in the warming room where I discover that the fan switch on the front of the Buck stove has been blowing all night over hot embers stowed under a pile of gray ash. Sifting under the pile, I uncover two live shards of last night’s fire, add twigs and a small piece of split wood. Soon, I have fire humming back to life in the stove.
One final sound. A cat scratches at the basement door. Fanny, our sharp-eared calico Manx has heard me padding around. Still dark outside; nonetheless, morning is underway as far as this cat is concerned. Feed me, she insists while weaving in, around and just ahead of my feet—a feline skater executing perfect 8s on icy linoleum. The tinny-tight snap of a tuna can opening, instantly bringing our three cats to their bowls. Only then do I push in the coffee button. Clear water runs through dark ground java and cinnamon--drip, drip dripping dark brown into the carafe below.
Milk steamed and coffee poured, I head for the couch across from the now glowing Buck stove, adding a large piece of split firewood on my way. Pre-dawn. My favorite hour of the day. In touch with the house and its living, breathing sounds, I am fully awake and at peace. The fire, a plaid, wool blanket and two sprawling lap cats conspire to keep me warm. Settled in at last, I join the rich cast of characters in two books by Sri-Lankan born, Canadian author Michael Ondaatje--colorful companions for what remains of the night.
In The Cat’s Table, an 11-year old boy makes a life-altering journey by ship from Ceylon to England in 1954. In his lyrical travel memoir, Running in the Family, Ondaatje (in his early 40s) reconnects with his eccentric Ceylonese/Dutch family and the landscape he left as a child, moving first to England, then relocating to Canada in 1962.
Upon arriving back in Sri Lanka (formerly Ceylon), Ondaatje identifies sounds in the night, linking him to his distant childhood there. Reading his description of a peacock’s disturbed cry when awakened from its perch high in the trees, I’m instantly linked through memory to a mysterious peacock on a walkabout many years ago that spent a night in a walnut tree at our former Breakfast Creek home.
Then, as light spills from Ondaatje’s pen over flaming tropical flamboyant trees, I look up to witness the arrival of dawn at Boomerang Creek, just this side of winter.
2011年10月27日星期四
Punk Rock Parking Lot Apocalypse
I'll never forget where I was or what I was doing when I first heard of The Cramp. The year was 1984. I was eighteen and camped out at home in my African-jungle-by-way-of-Sears-bedecked bedroom, thumbing through Rolling Stone magazine, gazing blankly at glossy pics of vacuous, not too terribly rockin' movie and television stars. Somewhere in the record review section my eyes fell upon a thumbnail of the most psychotic album cover I had ever seen, gracing the most illuminating description of music I had ever read. This elvish, marvelously unhinged critic discussed The Cramps' newest release in such glowing terms that I was completely enthralled. He was delirious; gushing over "the shittiest guitar solo" he'd ever heard and quoting couplets from "T.V. Set" as if they were Elizabethan verses crafted by twee miniature dolphin-angels. Suddenly, I got it! Great punk rock is so bad that it's legitimately good, good enough to rate rave reviews by establishment magazines. So I picked up a vinyl copy of The Cramps' Bad Music For Bad People and my musical palate was forever enriched.
As a form of expression, punk rock is inherently queer simply by being digressive. Queer culture always gets co-opted for being ahead of the curve and so does punk. Sometimes punk gets gussied up and expanded upon stylistically, as when The Clash incorporated elements of ska and dub in their early 80s salad days. As with any progressive cultural movement, punk gets pulverized and fed through the grinder only to be repackaged as radio-friendly pablum. Now this is not necessarily a bad thing. Much of what is now considered proto-punk was radio-friendly pablum throughout the Animal House 60s; take for example The Troggs' truly sublime #1 hit, "Wild Thing." The Cramps never had a prayer as far as finding any kind of radio exposure in the Reagan era of Journey and REO Speedwagon but their blood-lust can be heard in the tightly modulated hysteria of The Pixies' "Wave Of Mutilation," in My Bloody Valentine's long-form "shitty guitar solo" album Loveless and even in Nirvana's hopeless "Rape Me." The Cramps were here, they were queer and a lot of people were listening, goddammit. Where was the Casey Kasem American Top 40 love, I ask you?
Punk itself is here to stay and will never, ever grow old. By virtue of its inherent and perpetual galling disregard for every little thing, it has established itself a purifier and a revelator. Thus its indelible purpose is to re-set rock and roll whenever it gets stuck in a rut and starts to take itself too seriously. Throughout the past couple months a slew of New York City bands, Making Friendz, Light Asylum and Little Victory to name a few, have been sexing up OWS-era downtown barroom dance-floors with a take-no-prisoners punk rock swagger. Loosely clustered around the unhelpful descriptor 'lo-fi', they have little in common other than occasional drop-in personnel and the fact that they hijack 1980s cultural touchstones such as Ian Curtis and Romeo Void's Deborah Iyall to subvert and to suit their own unique purposes. They gig gay venues but their queer mojo is a natural fact and not a campy, flag-waving disposition or even their raison d'etre. Their sexuality is not specifically target-marketed or polemical. It is however unapologetic and unmistakable. These bands don't strive to serve realness, they simply are what they is.
For me, right now, Little Victory is punk rock parking lot apocalypse. They're The Only Band That Matters Not A Whit. They're John and Exene X grabbing the mic from Stiff Little Fingers, singing odes to Cherie Currie who's too busy feathering her fucking hair in somebody's compact mirror to even know they're alive. Oh and incidentally, they're queer as freak folk. I asked frontman Zan Amparan how The Gay Thing factors into Little Victory's worldview:
"It's hard to judge how other people perceive us but I'm pretty sure that most people probably know I'm gay the moment I start talking, either because I sound, shall we say, 'not quite butch' or because I talk a lot and my references, point of view and subject matter tend to be pretty incredibly homosexual. I wouldn't ever describe our band as militant, I just don't write songs that way, but it would be fair to say that we are all political in our own ways. I mean, a grown man singing about being a young man identifying with bad-ass young women as I do in 'Cool Girls' is pretty undeniably gay."
As a form of expression, punk rock is inherently queer simply by being digressive. Queer culture always gets co-opted for being ahead of the curve and so does punk. Sometimes punk gets gussied up and expanded upon stylistically, as when The Clash incorporated elements of ska and dub in their early 80s salad days. As with any progressive cultural movement, punk gets pulverized and fed through the grinder only to be repackaged as radio-friendly pablum. Now this is not necessarily a bad thing. Much of what is now considered proto-punk was radio-friendly pablum throughout the Animal House 60s; take for example The Troggs' truly sublime #1 hit, "Wild Thing." The Cramps never had a prayer as far as finding any kind of radio exposure in the Reagan era of Journey and REO Speedwagon but their blood-lust can be heard in the tightly modulated hysteria of The Pixies' "Wave Of Mutilation," in My Bloody Valentine's long-form "shitty guitar solo" album Loveless and even in Nirvana's hopeless "Rape Me." The Cramps were here, they were queer and a lot of people were listening, goddammit. Where was the Casey Kasem American Top 40 love, I ask you?
Punk itself is here to stay and will never, ever grow old. By virtue of its inherent and perpetual galling disregard for every little thing, it has established itself a purifier and a revelator. Thus its indelible purpose is to re-set rock and roll whenever it gets stuck in a rut and starts to take itself too seriously. Throughout the past couple months a slew of New York City bands, Making Friendz, Light Asylum and Little Victory to name a few, have been sexing up OWS-era downtown barroom dance-floors with a take-no-prisoners punk rock swagger. Loosely clustered around the unhelpful descriptor 'lo-fi', they have little in common other than occasional drop-in personnel and the fact that they hijack 1980s cultural touchstones such as Ian Curtis and Romeo Void's Deborah Iyall to subvert and to suit their own unique purposes. They gig gay venues but their queer mojo is a natural fact and not a campy, flag-waving disposition or even their raison d'etre. Their sexuality is not specifically target-marketed or polemical. It is however unapologetic and unmistakable. These bands don't strive to serve realness, they simply are what they is.
For me, right now, Little Victory is punk rock parking lot apocalypse. They're The Only Band That Matters Not A Whit. They're John and Exene X grabbing the mic from Stiff Little Fingers, singing odes to Cherie Currie who's too busy feathering her fucking hair in somebody's compact mirror to even know they're alive. Oh and incidentally, they're queer as freak folk. I asked frontman Zan Amparan how The Gay Thing factors into Little Victory's worldview:
"It's hard to judge how other people perceive us but I'm pretty sure that most people probably know I'm gay the moment I start talking, either because I sound, shall we say, 'not quite butch' or because I talk a lot and my references, point of view and subject matter tend to be pretty incredibly homosexual. I wouldn't ever describe our band as militant, I just don't write songs that way, but it would be fair to say that we are all political in our own ways. I mean, a grown man singing about being a young man identifying with bad-ass young women as I do in 'Cool Girls' is pretty undeniably gay."
2011年4月17日星期日
Pickering brings trees to the city
A rather bare corner in Pickering will soon be lush and green thanks to a $15,000 grant awarded to the City.
Pickering was one of 23 recipients of the 2011 TD Green Streets program, run in partnership by TD Friends of the Environment Foundation and Tree Canada. The funding will go toward a small arboretum that will contain 26 different species of native deciduous and coniferous trees and shrubs, located at Finch Avenue and Rosebank Road, currently called Sequin Park.
"The staff here are excited that it's going to go ahead and are looking forward to working with the community and making it come to fruition," said Arnold Mostert, Pickering's co-ordinator of landscape and parks development.
The City had been preparing for this grant for the past couple of years with help from the Altona Forest Stewardship Committee. They figured it would be a great legacy to leave for 2011 Pickering's bicentennial.
"We're currently doing our urban forest study and strategy as well," Mr. Mostert said. "We're trying to get the public to buy into importance of trees in the urban area."
The grants were open to municipalities, business improvement areas and First Nations communities across Canada. Mary Desjardins, executive director of the Friend of the Environment Foundation, said out of a stack of more than 100 applications, Pickering's stood out because of the community involvement aspect.
"They're actively involved in local schools and community organizations in the planting of the trees and in the ongoing care and maintenance," she said.
Mr. Mostert said plans include labeling all of the species and to have a sign at the park explaining them. What can't fit on the sign will go online. Also, since there are 26 schools in Pickering, Mr. Mostert hopes each will care for one of the 26 trees.
Ms. Desjardins said plans include encouraging schools to use the space for scientific studies, as an outdoor classroom, where the students can learn about trees such as red maple and white birch, and native shrubs such as winterberry.
She added the arboretum can also be a tool for homeowners to visit and get ideas on the types of trees and shrubs they'd like to plant on their own properties.
The City hopes to set up a planting date sometime in mid-September, and Mr. Mostert said a name change might be in order, possibly calling it Bicentennial Arboretum.
The TD Friend of the Environment and Tree Canada teamed up about a year ago to create the project. TD has provided more than $54 million to more than 19,500 grassroots environment and wildlife projects across Canada since 1990. Tree Canada, a not-for-profit charitable organization, engages Canadian companies, government agencies and individuals to support planting trees, greening schoolyards, and other efforts to promote the benefits of trees.
Pickering was one of 23 recipients of the 2011 TD Green Streets program, run in partnership by TD Friends of the Environment Foundation and Tree Canada. The funding will go toward a small arboretum that will contain 26 different species of native deciduous and coniferous trees and shrubs, located at Finch Avenue and Rosebank Road, currently called Sequin Park.
"The staff here are excited that it's going to go ahead and are looking forward to working with the community and making it come to fruition," said Arnold Mostert, Pickering's co-ordinator of landscape and parks development.
The City had been preparing for this grant for the past couple of years with help from the Altona Forest Stewardship Committee. They figured it would be a great legacy to leave for 2011 Pickering's bicentennial.
"We're currently doing our urban forest study and strategy as well," Mr. Mostert said. "We're trying to get the public to buy into importance of trees in the urban area."
The grants were open to municipalities, business improvement areas and First Nations communities across Canada. Mary Desjardins, executive director of the Friend of the Environment Foundation, said out of a stack of more than 100 applications, Pickering's stood out because of the community involvement aspect.
"They're actively involved in local schools and community organizations in the planting of the trees and in the ongoing care and maintenance," she said.
Mr. Mostert said plans include labeling all of the species and to have a sign at the park explaining them. What can't fit on the sign will go online. Also, since there are 26 schools in Pickering, Mr. Mostert hopes each will care for one of the 26 trees.
Ms. Desjardins said plans include encouraging schools to use the space for scientific studies, as an outdoor classroom, where the students can learn about trees such as red maple and white birch, and native shrubs such as winterberry.
She added the arboretum can also be a tool for homeowners to visit and get ideas on the types of trees and shrubs they'd like to plant on their own properties.
The City hopes to set up a planting date sometime in mid-September, and Mr. Mostert said a name change might be in order, possibly calling it Bicentennial Arboretum.
The TD Friend of the Environment and Tree Canada teamed up about a year ago to create the project. TD has provided more than $54 million to more than 19,500 grassroots environment and wildlife projects across Canada since 1990. Tree Canada, a not-for-profit charitable organization, engages Canadian companies, government agencies and individuals to support planting trees, greening schoolyards, and other efforts to promote the benefits of trees.
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