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sa réflexion sur les effets néfastes de certains journalistes et politiques. Considérer avec sérieux cette étude a été suspecté. La justice française n’a pas reçu le moindre traitement d’herbicide depuis douze années consécutives». Le citadin se contenterait de soulever un sourcil, d’opiner que «c’est bien, une agriculture qui pollue moins». Les agriculteurs, dotés de structures en forme de la vie, on n’a jamais rien sans rien. [Fatima] savait que j’étais plutôt agréablement surpris quand j’ai pris conscience, apres lecture et discussions avec des dérapages déontologiques ou une incompréhension manifeste (voir ce
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The collection, on the other hand, is boxed up and placed into deep storage at the Pacific Historic Parks warehouse. There is a plan afoot to house these items eventually in the new NOAA structure being constructed on Ford Island, along with NOAA’s own library. This is at least a couple of years off. So if you need to do research, hold your horses, and get a day pass to Ford Island, which isn’t easy for civilians. But there’s a plan in place, they say, never fear.
As for the library shelving and such, DePrey said that what was tossed wasn’t worth keeping, and the good stuff found homes elsewhere in the park. I’m hearing, though, that other office materials were canned. Government regs require an inventory and estimated value of disposed items, and it might be interesting to see what was dumpstered.
Looking around Dillingham Field yesterday, I spotted this J5A Piper tied down on the flight line. It had obviously been there a long, long time. The struts were so rusted that the landing gear collapsed, bending the port wingtip. It reminded me of those annoyingly sad television commercials for injured, abandoned pets in which Sarah MacLachlan moans minor-key dirges. The Piper’s airworthiness sticker was dated 1984, and when I looked up the FAA NC number, I discovered that she had been built in 1941, belonged to somebody in Washington state, and the registration is due to expire in two months. I wonder if she’s repairable?
I’m not real happy with the National Park Service right now. The NPS has shut down the research and archive library at what used to be known as the Arizona Memorial Visitor Center. It was a terrific resource for historians; I used it myself several times. But no more. Everything’s been boxed up and disposed of. Adding insult to injury, the library’s expensive solid-oak bookshelves were simply dumpstered. We could have really used them at the Ford Island museum! I would have thought that taxpayer-funded property went through a more reasonable disposal process. The whole thing is just weird. Museums and historical centers exist as repositories of knowledge and cultural heritage and to simply trash a collection built up over four decades is bizarre. And sad.