Was the opposition to those measures that would reduce pollution and ignore energy control survive? Read on.
”James, are you going to the station this morning?”
Kay had been up since 5 am and was anxious to see her ex-senator husband off to work. Not to the fancy offices he had occupied in Washington DC some years back, or even the modest offices of the Oklahoma legislature in Oklahoma City before then.
The former Senator had battled with unique fervor and ferocity all attempts by a large number of organized groups, scientists. Professors, lobbyists and members of the Government, the measures proposed to protect the environment, control atmospheric emissions and prevent major weather changes in the planet. His opposition to any corrective policies, supported by his party, had certainly had an effect on the climate and the subsequent transformation of the entire physical characteristics of Planet earth.
Now, he was lucky to have a job with the small Recharge station with the naked concrete walls and floors, and a deficient heating system, on the outskirts of the city of Tulsa, almost in Sapulpa. It was a small State-owned and operated station that supplied electrical power from a set of wind towers to those few operating electrical vehicles or other utensils.
Time had passed quickly for all. Changes had occurred and the gas stations of old remained a sweet memory for many, same as the availability of cars, buses, motorcycles and airplanes. James had been lucky to get a job at this Recharge Station after his forced exit from the government. For some years, an influential Senate group had played their cards without concern for logic, common sense and the well being of the nation. As a political philosophy, which incidentally had only enjoyed sporadic injections of valid thought and substance, it had failed miserably having caused considerable damage to the republic and to the rest of the world. Their removal however had arrived too late. Some of the worst predictions had been fulfilled.
These thoughts crossed her mind as the ex-senator appeared in the kitchen door wearing his work green coveralls and his straw hat.
”Yes, I have station this morning. We are charging up some government sand crawlers.”
He looked out the window and could not hold the tears that flowed from his eyes at once. All he could see from his window was the outline of some of the ruins of the Tulsa University buildings sitting on the expanse of sand that had become the natural panorama of most of the United States.
”Damn you Al Gore!” he muttered and sat down to breakfast.
