Priced out: Affordable housing scarce

By AMANDA BENSEN
Published in The Post-Star (A1) 5/28/07

There’s a downside to economic upturn — housing costs can go through the roof.

The Glens Falls/Saratoga region has experienced significant growth in the past decade, and that’s good news for landlords, business owners and the local tax base.

But for people who live in the uncomfortable gap between government assistance and economic self-sufficiency, average rental prices of $700 a month can often mean choosing between paying the rent and buying other necessities.

"There is definitely an affordable housing problem, and it’s getting worse ... I’ve been here for 19 years, and I have been watching this change drastically," said Lee Cleavland, a case worker at the Salvation Army. "It’s truly pushing many of our low-income families completely out."

Federal guidelines for calculating assistance state that "total shelter costs," meaning rent or mortgage plus utilities, should be 30 percent or less of a household’s income. But Cleavland said those numbers don’t match the reality of the market.

"Most of the families we see pay at least 50 percent (of their income) just for rent, not to mention the skyrocketing cost of utilities," she said.

Limited help available

People who struggle to pay rent can get federal assistance through a program called Housing Choice (formerly dubbed "Section 8"), but they may spend up to two years on a waiting list first. About 600 people in this area currently receive rental vouchers through the program, with 200 more waiting, said Bob Landry, executive director of the Glens Falls Housing Authority.

Even for those who receive vouchers, finding an apartment can be a major challenge, Landry said. The program covers housing costs that exceed 30 percent of a recipient’s income — but only up to a point.

"For example, the most we can pay for a one-bedroom apartment is $525 a month, including utilities, and it’s next to impossible to find a $525 apartment in this area," Landry said. "Those places exist, but there’s not enough to satisfy the need."

Federal funding for the Housing Choice voucher program has been cut three times in the past five years because the government was "trying to get a handle on fraud," Landry said.

"They were afraid that there were a lot of tenants who had income they weren’t reporting, but in our case, locally we didn’t find a lot of fraud. And I think they’ve found overall that it wasn’t as rampant as they thought, yet the funding cuts have stayed in place."

The effect has been a kind of "double whammy" for low-income residents who have moved to Glens Falls from other parts of the county to gain better access to the hospital, public transportation and entry-level jobs, Landry explained.

"When those people migrated into this area, apartments were affordable," he said. "Now, the rents have gone up, and the funding (for Housing Choice) has gone down."

Affordable housing projects

The Henry Hudson Town Houses in Glens Falls are among the largest-scale affordable housing projects in the region, with 136 apartment units located between Hudson Avenue and Broad Street. The federally subsidized complex has a reputation for being rundown and crime-ridden, but many residents there said they are simply grateful for a place to call home.

"They work with you on the rent, based on your income ... so it’s good in that way," said Jack Newman, who lives at the townhouses with his fiancee and two kids. He had to give up his previous apartment because he couldn’t keep up with bills after getting sick and being out of work temporarily.

Across the cul-de-sac, a young couple with three children said they had spent about six months on a waiting list to get into the townhouses. Before that, they said, the only local apartment they could find in their price range was so small that the couple slept in the laundry room, while the kids shared two bedrooms.

The mother of the family, 25-year-old Katherine Kelley, said she doesn’t think their situation is unique.

"When I first moved out, when I was 18, you could find a four-bedroom for $500. Now, they’re more like $900," said Kelley, 25. "A friend I work with has two jobs and no car, and she still can’t afford her place. She just told me she’s two months behind on rent."

The one major drawback of the townhouses is the high cost of utilities. The buildings have little or no insulation, and many residents said they have paid $400 a month or more for heat during the winter.

The complex is slated for a major renovation soon, but Landry said that’s not a solution to the affordable housing issues facing the city.

"The quality of the structures is going to improve by 1,000 percent, but there’s 136 apartments and they’re going to be replaced by 136 apartments — it does nothing to ease demand," he said.

Learning from Saratoga

The housing crisis is even more dire in Saratoga Springs, where it’s becoming "virtually impossible" to live in the city on minimum wage or a fixed income, said Windy Wyczawski, case manager at Shelters of Saratoga.

"We’re dealing with more people who are simply working low-income jobs and are unable to keep up with expenses, and getting evicted," she said. "There are some more affordable apartments in outlying communities, but unless they can afford a car, that doesn’t help, because there’s not much public transportation."

Restaurants and hotels have faced staffing shortages at the height of tourist season because of the lack of affordable housing in the region. Landry said he heard of one case in which a restaurant owner actually bought an apartment building in Schuylerville and an old school bus to provide employees with affordable housing and transportation. (A waiter at the restaurant confirmed the story, but the owner did not return several phone calls requesting an interview.)

Landry and other housing advocates hope Glens Falls will learn some lessons from its wealthier neighbor before following its footsteps.

"I think we as a community sometimes get all wrapped up in our economic development efforts, the beautiful buildings, and how successful we are — but there’s another side of that, too," Landry said. "I want to make sure we look at this problem now, because the economy is starting to explode. And because it’s tourism-based, there are a great number of entry-level jobs. Those workers need to be able to afford to live here."

He could be talking about Jessica Thompson, 23, who works as a waitress in Glens Falls and Lake George. She and her boyfriend have been searching for an apartment for several months, but can’t find anything in their price range that’s centrally located.

"For a one-bedroom, I don’t think it should be anything over $500. But it’s not available in Glens Falls, South Glens Falls — I haven’t see it around here," she said. "And it’s hard being young ... landlords have told me that tenants my age don’t pay rent."

The housing authority manages four low-income housing projects in the region, three of which are exclusively for senior citizens. Among Stichman Towers, Earl Towers and the Cronin Hi-Rise, there are 256 senior apartments, Landry said. The fourth project, LaRose Gardens in Queensbury, is open to families and includes 50 units.

Claire Dingman, a spunky 78-year-old with a bad heart, has lived in Stichman Towers for 12 years and said she loves it.

"I’m a very lucky girl. You can live on a small amount comfortably in a place like this," she said. "But if it wasn’t for this place, a lot of people probably wouldn’t have a home. ... When I was married, years ago, we rented a whole house for $55 a month. Young people get married today, and it scares you to think about how much money they need to live."

Residents of LaRose Gardens describe their apartments as safe, well-maintained and conveniently located near stores and schools.

Jessica Thompson’s mother, Sheila Ellis, moved in about five years ago with her husband, who is disabled and out of work.

"We’ve lived here four or five years, and it’s ideal, but it was a long wait to get in," she said. "The housing shortage is crazy around here, it’s hard to find someplace affordable where you don’t mind living."

She looked at her daughter.

"I wish she could find a place like this, too."

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SIDEBAR: Where the homeless sleep out of sight

It isn’t common to see people sleeping on the sidewalk in this area, but there’s more to homelessness than meets the eye. A recent study by the National Alliance of Homelessness estimates nearly 400 homeless people live in this region.

Lisa Coutu, co-chairwoman of the Warren/Washington Housing Coalition, said that number might even be too low.

"I hear about a lot of people who are staying temporarily with a friend or relative, and those people would not meet HUD’s definition of homelessness. But for all intents and purposes, they are homeless," she said.

Coutu helps place people in Shelter Plus Care, a federally funded program that assists those who are homeless and disabled by mental illness, substance abuse or HIV/AIDS. But she often gets calls about people who are homeless for purely economic reasons and have exhausted the resources available from other agencies.

"Those phone calls are hard for me, because the person will say, ‘Well, do you know of any other program that’s available?’ And I have to say no, I don’t. It’s really an issue of affordable housing," she said.

She wishes there was an emergency shelter in the Glens Falls area open to the general homeless population, rather than just specific groups like youths, veterans or battered women. The Department of Social Service and other agencies "do an excellent job," she said, but "the need is greater than what these agencies are able to provide."

In Glens Falls, emergency housing usually means a few weeks in a cheap motel room. The Department of Social Services, Salvation Army and Community Action Agency all offer emergency housing assistance, but case workers said that gets harder as motels raise prices for the summer.

"You can usually get a family into lower-cost motels in the area, but come Memorial Day, that option will no longer be available. I remember one year when someone donated a bunch of camping equipment and we set up tent communities," said Lynn Ackershoek, executive director of Warren/Hamilton Community Action Agency. "Housing disappears in summer, but that’s also when they can find jobs ... and it’s hard to get up out of a tent in the morning to go to work."

Michael Lajeunesse, one of the agency’s case managers, said he sees at least one case a week involving homelessness.

"They’ve just run out of options," he said. "They can get on a list with the Housing Authority and wait for a voucher, but it could be a year or two. In the meantime, they’re really struggling ... we can do a week or two in a motel room, but it’s really just a Band-aid solution."

Lee Cleavland, a case worker with the Salvation Army in Glens Falls, said her agency faces similar challenges.

"Yesterday, I had four different homeless people to deal with, and it took several calls to different motels to find a weekly room we could afford," she said. "When your budget from FEMA is only $5,000 a year, there’s no way you can afford $300 a week for a motel...and even when we have the money, I can’t find a place sometimes."

Currently, Shelters of Saratoga runs the only general-population emergency shelter in the three-county region, on Walworth Street in Saratoga Springs. Apart from the sign in the yard that says "Saratoga Neighborhood Development," it blends into the residential neighborhood and offers a homey environment complete with bookshelves, a television room and a kitchen.

Case manager Windy Wyczawksi said the shelter’s 15 beds are almost always full. Homeless individuals can stay there for up to 60 days — paying $10 a night or 30 percent of their income if they are not eligible for county services — and often use that time to work and save money toward an apartment.

That’s what Stephanie Desadore, 29, did after series of bad decisions and bad luck left her homeless recently.

She was evicted from her apartment, separated from her children (she sent them to live with other family members), out of work and out of options when the shelter offered her its last available female bed. But during her two months there, she got a full-time job as a housecleaner and saved enough to move into her own one-bedroom apartment.

"Not everybody that comes to the shelter has an addiction. Sometimes they just fall short, or fall flat, like me," she said. "If it wasn’t for the shelter staff pointing me in the right direction, I never would have gotten a job. ... I’d probably just be bouncing around from place to place, blowing my money, because I didn’t know how to budget. I get it now."
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20something column: Leave me alone...I think

By AMANDA BENSEN
Published in The Post-Star (G2) 5/24/07

I went to see a play by myself a few weeks ago, and got a free serving of pity with the candy bar I bought at intermission.

"You're all alone," said the guy behind the concession booth, in a tone of voice that suggested this was perhaps the saddest thing he'd ever witnessed.

As I headed back to my seat, I looked around. He had a point -- everyone else in the room was part of a couple or group of friends. Heck, even the play itself was about a couple. I started feeling a bit self-conscious. Was I supposed to have stayed home because my boyfriend had to work?

I remembered feeling this way at other times, often while traveling. Last time I went out to dinner alone, the waiter treated me like I was naked in public and should be ashamed.

"I'll rush your order, so you don't have to stay here alone for long, sweetheart," he promised.

So after the play, I decided to prove to the world (or at least myself) that there's nothing weird about a young woman going out by herself. I went to my favorite jazz bar and ordered a glass of wine, prepared to just relax and people-watch for a while.

Of course, I forgot that it was around 10 p.m. on a weeknight, and there were only about three people there to watch. Within about two sips, my bravado was completely gone, and my desire to disappear was battling with my innate sense of thrift (you shouldn't waste an $8 glass of wine).

I imagined that the two girls engrossed in conversation at the other end of the bar were peering at me with disdain, as though I was a kind of spider lying in wait to entrap hapless boyfriends. I've seen that look whenever I show up alone at parties.

I tried not to stare at the man chugging expensive scotch a few seats down -- you don't chug scotch unless you've got some serious problems -- and focused intently on the television instead. That is, until I realized that the object of my faux fascination was one of those embarrassing medical commercials.

Eventually, I caved. I reached for my cell phone, and texted a friend to see if she would join me.

"No, I have a headache," came the reply.

Okay, I thought, chugging my wine. Time to back out with my tail between my legs.

Suddenly my wine glass was full again.

The bartender's shift had ended, and he was on my side of the bar now, buying me a drink. I realized that my misguided attempt at singles empowerment appeared nothing short of pathetic, and I had to laugh. It was a relief to have someone to talk to.

My friend changed her mind and arrived a few minutes later. Maybe she figured that only a serious crisis could have landed me at a bar by myself on a Wednesday night. I was OK, but I'm still glad she showed up. Because, in the end, there's a reason people tend to go out in groups: Friends are fun.

-- Amanda Bensen is a features writer for the Post-Star. She's not trying to steal your boyfriend.

For the love of dance

By AMANDA BENSEN
Published in The Post-Star (D1) 5/19/07

When choreographer George Balanchine hand-picked Pamara Perry to attend his prestigious School of American Ballet in New York City, the 14-year-old Perry didn’t know how lucky she was.

"I was in a master class taught by Robert Joffrey, and George Balanchine was there — I didn’t know who either of them were, really," she said. "Mr. B spotted me and said, ‘I’d like you to come study with me in New York.’ My teacher said I was too young, wait a year, so
I did. And everyone was like, ‘You turned who down?’ "

Perry was still just 15 when she left her home in Cleveland to attend the school on a full scholarship. A teenager living independently in 1960s Manhattan might seem destined for trouble, but Perry said she was oblivious to everything but dance at the time.

"I never saw anything wrong, I never did anything wrong — I felt like I floated around New York in a bubble," she said, although "everyone around me was on LSD and poppy seeds."

After school, she spent two years with the New York City Ballet’s educational department, traveling around the state to perform for schools and other groups, and was a principal dancer with the Joffrey Ballet from 1966 to 1970. She moved upstate after marrying Rick Leach, whose father was the executive director of the Saratoga Performing Arts Center, and soon had two children. Now, she’s married to Tim Hangarter, lead pastry chef at Mrs. London’s.

Looking back, she thinks age 22 might have been too young to retire from professional touring.
"Some dancers go on too long, but I think I stopped a little too soon," she reflected, her perpetual smile fading for a moment. "But then, everything started young for me."

The spotlight may have shifted, but dance still takes center stage in Perry’s life. Now 59, she has been artistic director of the Adirondack Repertory Dance Theatre for the past 26 years. Some of her former students have followed in her footsteps, like Stephen Satterfield, a 20-year-old Glens Falls native who now performs with the Miami City Ballet.

"I feel incredibly lucky to have found her, because there’s really no one else like her around this area ... I mean, she knew Balanchine!," Satterfield said last week, during a break from rehearsal at ARDT’s Glen Street studio.

He and a fellow Miami City Ballet dancer, Kristin D’Addario, will dance as guest artists in the ARDT spring dance concert tonight.

Satterfield trained with Perry from age 9 to 15, when he left to attend Perry’s alma mater, the School of American Ballet. He credits his success largely to Perry’s influence.

"She really pushed me when I was young, was really hard on me," he said. "But she’s really sweet."

Perry’s petite, pastel-clad frame is hardly what you’d call commanding. With sparkling eyes and a long, silvery ponytail, she looks more like a friendly fairy than a tough taskmaster, but there’s a bit of both in her.

"High energy, please!" she called out to her dancers at rehearsal Wednesday night.

As the first note of the practice music pierced the silence, the dancers’ arms flew up in a flurry, not quite synchronized.

"Nope," Perry declared. "You get one chance."

The dancers turned around and tried again, this time lifting their arms in time to the music.

"Better," Perry said, beaming.

Tonight’s performance will feature live music, something Perry has always insisted be part of ARDT’s productions, and, for the first time, it will include an added visual element. Roger Hangarter, Perry’s brother-in-law and a professor of biology at Indiana University, uses time-lapse movies and photographs to depict natural scenes like unfolding flowers and pulsing jellyfish. Those images will play in the background during several of the dances.

"Mr. B would always say, when you watch the ballet, you’re watching the music," Perry said. "This was a challenge, because I had two things to choreograph to — the music and the movie, but I think it turned out well."

Perry said she’s not sure what the future might hold for her, or ARDT.

"I’m 59. I probably could go on forever, but I need to listen to the needs of the community. How long is ARDT needed?" she asked. "That has to do, unfortunately, with money and commitment."

She fears that her particular brand of instruction, which emphasizes personal dedication and hard work, is at odds with the values that young people are learning in other areas of life.

"Ballet doesn’t come quickly, and that’s one of the things people find hard to swallow these days — it’s the fast-food era," she said. "Kids today are too busy, and have too many things offered to them to focus on just one thing and really get it."

Personally, Perry has been so focused on dance that she finds it difficult to imagine her life without it.

"It’s been such a huge passion in my life. I’d have to replace it with something else pretty big," she said.

IF YOU GO The Adirondack Repertory Dance Theatre presents its spring dance concert tonight at 7:30 in Queensbury High School on Aviation Road. The performance will include live music by local musicians Jonathan Newell, George Wilson, and members of the Lake George Chamber Orchestra conducted by Vincent Koh, along with time-lapse nature photography by Roger Hangarter. Stephen Satterfield and Kristin D'Addario of the Miami City Ballet will appear as guest artists. Tickets $20 at the door. Call 761-0873 for more information.

20something column: Why are women on TV so weak?

Published in The Post-Star (G2)
5/10/07
By AMANDA BENSEN

Where have you gone, Clair Huxtable?

I have to agree with a New York Times article I read recently critiquing the lack of strong female characters in current TV fare. There are plenty of women with powerful careers -- doctors, lawyers and cops -- but they've got some powerful neuroses, too. Do scriptwriters
believe viewers only like women with obvious vulnerabilities?

In "Grey's Anatomy," it's easy to forget that the leading lady, Meredith, is actually a doctor -- she's the one who usually needs to be taken care of. Her self-centered fragility has quickly morphed from endearing to annoying. Another main female character, Izzie, defies the stereotype of "dumb blonde," but seems to have the emotional impulse control of a 2-year-old.

And now Addison, the red-headed Ob/Gyn who showed signs of developing real character strength as she coped with the disintegration of her marriage, is crumbling into the kind of chick who talks to herself in elevators.

Rumor has it that she'll be the star of a new spin-off, and if last week's episode was a prelude to that drama, I probably won't be watching.

In that episode, Addison faced her own fears about ending up in middle age without a family, and tried to get pregnant by artificial means. When she couldn't, she wept that she was "all dried up."

The underlying message is: It doesn't matter if you are a highly skilled doctor with a shiny red convertible, good friends and posh jobs falling into your lap. As a woman, you need a baby to be fulfilled.

And if you can't have a baby -- because, in Addison's case, biology refuses -- well, you can settle for having sex appeal. That's right, her midlife crisis was miraculously resolved by a kiss from a handsome near-stranger in a stairwell. (To give her some credit, though, she turned him down when he offered a repeat performance later).

That will only work for another decade or so, maybe more if she gets some help from her ex-lover the plastic surgeon. But someday, Addison, and the rest of us women, are going to get old. It would be wise to base our self-worth on something less transient than sexiness.

And that's just "Grey's Anatomy." Don't get me started on "Desperate Housewives."

I don't mean to downplay the importance of motherhood, of course. Let's go back to Clair Huxtable for a minute, on "The Cosby Show," played by Phylicia Rashad.
She never experimented with drowning herself to get attention, although with five kids, her personal life was at least as challenging as Meredith Grey's. And although she was a warm, loving character, her brain had just as much power as her heart when it came to decision-making.

She embodied the marvelous notion that a female could be strong and successful -- and still be likable.

-- Amanda Bensen is a features reporter for The Post-Star. She thinks her mother deserves her own TV show.

Lost momentum

Report says many Superfund sites not being cleaned
By AMANDA BENSEN
Published in The Post-Star (A1) 5/15/07

A new report by the Center for Public Integrity depicts the federal Superfund program as underfunded and sluggish, failing to clean up many of the hazardous waste sites that threaten communities nationwide.

CPI, a Washington-based, nonpartisan, nonprofit group that investigates public policy issues, used data from the U.S. Environmental Protection Agency and interviews with government officials to study the effectiveness of the federal Superfund program.

In a report titled "Wasting Away," researchers concluded that the program has "lost both momentum and funding" since its inception in 1980, especially under the administration of President George W. Bush.

"Nearly half of the U.S. population lives within 10 miles of one of the 1,304 active and proposed Superfund sites listed by the EPA," the study stated.

There are four federal Superfund sites in our area: the General Electric-Hudson River PCB site, a former GE plant in Malta where rocket fuels and weapons were tested and made, the Niagara Mohawk coal gasification plant in Saratoga Springs, and the former GE plant in Moreau. There are also numerous state Superfund sites in the region.

The study notes that cleanup work was started at about 145 sites in the past six years, but the startup rate was nearly three times as high in the previous six years.

Similarly, an average of 42 sites a year have reached what the EPA calls the "construction complete" phase of cleanup under the Bush administration, with twice as many sites reaching completion in the previous six years.

Joel Singerman, the EPA's chief remediation officer in central New York, suggested that the slowing rate of cleanups is actually a sign of the program's strength.

"The worst sites were probably captured in the beginning," he said.

New York has the third-most Superfund sites of all U.S. states, with 110 listed and only 23 of those completely cleaned up. Seventy percent of the state's sites contain at least one of what the government ranks as the top five most hazardous chemicals found on Superfund sites: arsenic, lead, mercury, vinyl chloride and polychlorinated biphenyls (PCBs).

Singerman's division oversees the four sites in Warren, Washington and Saratoga counties that fall under federal Superfund jurisdiction on what is called the National Priorities List. The other 41 hazardous waste sites in this region are supervised by the New York State Department of Environmental Conservation's Superfund program, rather than the EPA.

Taking the 'fund' out of Superfund

The budget for the state Superfund program has risen 25 percent in the last four years, with two-thirds of that funding drawn from "responsible parties," the companies responsible for pollution at specific sites.

But at the federal level, Superfund seems to be drying up. In fact, the fund itself is largely a figure of speech.

It contained $3.8 billion at its peak 11 years ago, but lost its source of revenue in 1995 with the expiration of a law that levied fees and taxes on corporate polluters.

Now, the EPA has only general tax dollars to channel toward the nearly 400 "orphan sites" where no one else has taken responsibility for cleanup work, and those dollars are dwindling.

The EPA's budget for the Superfund program was $1.47 million in 1993, and shrank slightly in nearly every year since then, falling to $1.24 million in fiscal year 2006. That represents a 15 percent decline -- closer to 35 percent when adjusted for inflation.

Elizabeth Sutherland, director of the EPA's Superfund assessment and remediation division, said she disagrees with the CPI's claim that the program is underfunded.

"If you look at the statistics, our budget has stayed constant, relatively speaking, over the years," she said. "Of course, like any big public works project, we could absorb more money."

Singerman agreed that federal funding for the program has diminished, but said that hasn't affected sites in this region so far. He said that's because most of the funding at these sites comes from the polluters, not the government.

"We've been fairly successful in getting responsible parties to do most of the work," he said. "We haven't had to pinch any pennies at these sites, although I can't guarantee it in the future."

Even when the companies responsible for pollution agree to fund cleanups, however, the EPA has to "front the money" for certain oversight costs, Singerman said.

"So if we can't afford to send a contractor to the work, go to meetings, etc., that would be a problem," he said.

On the local level

The most publicized Superfund cleanup in this region is the Hudson River, which had been on the National Priorities List for 23 years before construction began this spring on a facility to process PCB-containing sediment dredged from the riverbottom.

General Electric Co., the company that released the PCBs into the river, is one of the top 12 "potentially responsible parties" linked to the highest number of Superfund sites nationally, according to the Center for Public Integrity's recent study. The study identified 98 sites at which General Electric may be at least partially responsible for pollution, plus 18 which have been cleaned up and de-listed.

Locally, General Electric is linked to three of the four federal Superfund sites, including its plant in Moreau, the Hudson River, and a 165-acre Malta site once used to test and produce rocket fuels and weapons.

Remedies are in the "construction complete" phase in both Moreau and Malta, but treating contaminated groundwater at the sites could take many more years, said Singerman.

"We can't delete a site from the National Priorities List until everything's cleaned up, including the groundwater, and that's not easy," he said. "There are very few sites where we are able to identify and dig up the contamination and be done in a short amount of time."

The Malta site is within the proposed Luther Forest Technology Campus, where Advanced Micro Devices is considering building a major facility.

The EPA's most recent five-year review of remediation efforts at the site recommends that any changes in the land's use should be carefully evaluated, "especially if a facility such as a day-care center is included in the redevelopment plans."

It also notes that developers may need to find off-site potable water supply sources, because new wells are prohibited near a major plume of contaminated groundwater on the site.

The fourth local site is a former Niagara Mohawk coal gasification plant in Saratoga Springs, where the soil was highly contaminated with coal tar and toxic chemicals like benzene and napthalene. It was placed on the National Priorities List in 1990, and construction of a permanent containment wall and groundwater treatment system began in 2001.

Looking forward

If any other hazardous waste sites in the region are added to the list, they are not guaranteed to receive federal funding, said Pat Carr, a regional EPA press officer.

"It's the new cleanups that compete for the dollars," she said, explaining that the EPA's regional offices must compete with each other for federal dollars left over after all ongoing cleanups have been funded for a given year. "So it's possible that there could be a site somewhere that doesn't get funded."

The CPI study asserts that many Superfund cleanups have been completed more slowly than necessary because existing funds are spread too thin among other sites, and sometimes delayed intentionally.

Carr argued that it just isn't realistic to expect each site to be fully funded simultaneously.

"You cannot fund 100 percent of the sites all at once," she said.

Singerman said he would like to see the Superfund program keep shrinking, but not because of budget cuts.

"Hopefully, there's an end," he said. "When you have identified and investigated all the sites, and you're out of work -- then you've been successful."

LOGGING ON:
Center for Public Integrity report: www.publicintegrity.org/superfund
U.S. Environmental Protection Agency's listing of federal Superfund sites, searchable by county: http://www.epa.gov/region2/cleanup/sites/
New York Department of Environmental Conservation's listing of state Superfund sites, searchable by county:
http://www.dec.ny.gov/cfmx/extapps/derfoil/index.cfm

First-time fishing

Published in The Post-Star (G1)
5/3/07

The last time I was anywhere near a fishing pole, I threw a tantrum.

I cried and staged a PETA-worthy protest as my father smacked a writhing, gasping rainbow trout down on the dock during a family vacation to Colorado.

"Put it back! Put it back! It's dying!" I screamed.

"Well, you didn't want to eat it alive, did you?" he asked with infuriating logic.

It smelled delicious at the dinner table that night, but I refused to eat even a bite of the "poor little fish." Well, except the bite I snuck from my brother's plate when he wasn't looking. Darn. It did taste as good as it smelled.

About 17 years later, I decided it was time to confront my childish squeamishness. I've always enjoyed eating fish -- why shouldn't I enjoy catching them? Besides, people who fish talk about it like it's some kind of religion.

I wanted to be hooked, too.

CE Skidmore and I headed north on Monday for an afternoon of fishing with Michael West, whose family runs The Crossroads store in Chestertown. After buying a license, a basic rod and reel combo, and a cup of live "dilly" worms, we set off for Mill Creek, a few miles up the road in Wevertown.

I started by getting hooked a bit too literally, jabbing my own fingers several times as I struggled to work the barb through the body of a wriggling worm. I thought I was being terribly mature, but looking back at the pictures, I see I actually looked more like a 5-year-old concentrating fiercely on learning to tie her shoes.

West, a friendly outdoorsman who looks like an L.L. Bean model, must deal with a lot of first-time fishers. He didn't seem at all bothered by my basic lack of hand-eye coordination when it came to tying the hook onto the line. He didn't snicker when I closed my eyes as I ripped a worm in half. And he was thoughtful enough to point out that I should only remove my index finger -- not both hands -- from the pole when I cast it into the river. (Seriously, that's something I can see myself doing.)

I wasn't very good at aiming into the spots he suggested, but I was thrilled every time I simply managed to land the hook in the river. And on a sunny spring day like that, it was easy to fall in love with fishing.

West told us it was going to be tricky to catch anything, since the water was running so high and fast, but he was wrong. We caught a lot of things: the river bottom, some rocks and leaves, several tree branches, and even each others' lines. No fish, though.

No tantrums, either, on the plus side.

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GEARING UP:
Fishing doesn't have to be an expensive hobby; first-timers can get started for under $50. You'll need:
-- A license, unless you are under 16 years old. A one-week license for New York residents costs $12, but it's a better deal to get the whole season for $19. Senior citizens cost just $5.
-- A basic rod and reel with line, $20 and up
-- Hooks, $1 and up
-- Sinkers or split-shot (non-lead metals), $1 and up
-- Bait, such as live worms (type depends on fish)
-- A cooler, or at least a plastic bag, in case you catch something
-- Pliers or a pocketknife to cut tangled line and remove hooks


WHAT'S IN SEASON:
-- Trout, landlocked salmon, kokanee, shad, sunfish, American eel, lake whitefish, crappie, striped bass, black bass (catch and release only until June 15). Opening May 5: walleye, northern pike, pickerel and tiger muskellunge.


LOGGING ON: More information on freshwater fishing is available from the New York state Department of Environmental Conservation: http://www.dec.state.ny.us/website/dfwmr/fish/

Good as new

Published in The Post-Star (D1)
4/29/07

Editor's Note: This is one in an occasional series on skills or traditions that are fading away.

When a shoe gets tired, most Americans would rather give it the boot than a little TLC.

"It's a disposable world out there," said Patrick Merrill, who has run Merrill's Shoe and Leather Repair on Main Street for the last 24 years. His grandfather, Alfred Nicolai, ran a shoe repair
business on Main Street in Hudson Falls for 60 years before that.

At 45, Merrill's not planning to retire anytime soon, but he recognizes that he's an anachronism in modern American culture.

"Even in the years that I've been here, things have changed," he said. "I don't think getting shoes repaired is something most people are brought up with anymore."

The Shoe Service Institute of America estimates that the number of shoe repair shops has declined by more than 90 percent in the last century, and only about 10 percent of Americans still get shoes repaired.

That doesn't mean business is slow for Merrill, however. His closest remaining competitors are in Clifton Park and Plattsburgh, giving him a monopoly on what's left of the market.

"My customers are usually in a good mood, because they're happy to find me," he said. "People bring me all sorts of things, anything that needs to be patched, sewn or fixed, because nobody repairs anything anymore."

Joe Podnorszki, a local landscaper, stopped in last week to pick up a pair of work boots that had been resoled. He has a tipping point for getting shoes repaired -- it's not worth it unless they cost more than $50. But he used to do things differently.

"I originally came from Budapest (Hungary)," he said, where, during the Communist era, many goods were scarce. "There, you almost had to get repairs."

Dress shoes used to be the bread and butter of the repair business, Merrill said, but people don't dress up as much as they used to. When they do, they often wear cheap imports that aren't worth repairing.

"I wear sneakers myself, because I'm on my feet all day," he said. "I know, it's funny, the shoe guy doesn't repair his own shoes!"

He still gets customers who find it worth repairing expensive dress shoes, but he has moved into other niches, too.

In the back of the shop, leather jackets bearing the emblems of several motorcycle clubs hang next to police jackets -- perhaps closer than some of them would like to be in real life, he notes with a grin. He also patches chaps, sews on zippers, restrings baseball gloves and even fixes scuba gear. He draws the line at larger projects.

"I've had people bring in old car seats and even a boat cover. I'm just not set up for that."

Recently, he's discovered a growing niche: orthopedic lifts.

"Hip replacement is a pretty common procedure these days, and when the bones heal up, they're not always level," he explained, as he brushed glue onto a 3/4-inch thick piece of rubber and pressed it against the sole of a white tennis shoe.

Other things haven't changed much. The stitching machines in Merrill's shop are at least half a century old, handed down from his grandfather, and he still relies on glue, sandpaper and elbow grease.

Although he gets brochures in the mail about trade shows, Merrill rarely pays attention. It's hard to imagine what new tricks they could teach him, anyway. He's been fixing shoes since he was 8 or 9, helping out in his grandfather's shop.

"It all seemed cool then, you know, the machines and all that," he said. "I just grew up with it. I don't have to think, I just do it."

On the other hand, Merrill said, it's not a dream job.

"People ask me how many shoes I've done in my life. I tell them if I knew the answer, I would probably throw myself in front of the next bus," he joked. "I mean, do I get up in the morning and say, 'Hey! I get to repair shoes!' No, but I don't mind it either. I like being my own boss."

He hopes his 16-year-old son will find an easier way to make a living but, personally, Merrill said he plans to stick with the business for a long time.

"At this point, I plan on going to the finish line with it," he said. "When they shovel dirt on me, I'm retired."

A man with many hats

Published in The Post-Star (D1)
4/28/07

Paul Pines is a poet, professor and psychotherapist — an alliterative coincidence that suits someone who sees everything in life as grist for the creative mill.

At a few weeks shy of 66, Pines has already collected several lifetimes’ worth of grist. He’s been a jazz club owner and a cabbie in New York City; a Vietnam vet who found temporary paradise on the beaches of Belize; and a novelist who dabbled in cheap erotic fiction to pay the bills.

These days, he’s living what he calls "a very suburban life, on the surface of things." He’s a husband and father, the kind of guy who seems at home in an armchair with a dog at his feet and a cluttered bookshelf at his back. He plans to retire this spring from teaching creative writing and literature at Adirondack Community College, although he will continue his psychotherapy practice at Glens Falls Hospital.

There’s a surprising lack of nostalgia in Pines’ descriptions of his bohemian past. While you could view his last two decades as comparatively dull, he gratefully calls this time "my second incarnation," a chance to reflect on things below the surface.

"There are people who go on forever collecting experiences, and they become repetitious," Pines said recently. "For me, the completion of that particular stage of my life ... freed me to grow in other areas of my life. Now my adventures are in the emotional realm."

In his latest book, "Taxidancing," a collection of poems to be published this fall by Ikon, Pines included aspects of both his past and present.

"Half of them are poems I wrote while living in the jazz world and others were written much more recently," he explained. "I thought it would be interesting to have those side by side."

The title is a play on words, adding whimsy to the mundanity of taxis weaving through traffic to pick up fares. It’s also a reference to the "taxi dancers" of the Great Depression, women who charged men by the dance for companionship. Pines is fond of images that combine beauty with a hint of something darker, and believes that pairing lies at the heart of jazz.

"The juxtaposition of sublime music and danger is really what, to some extent, jazz has been about," he said.

He recalled a jazz club he frequented in the 1960s in New York.

"It was called Slug’s Saloon, and it was like the gateway to Hades. There was this sublime music, but drugs were passed around openly, and a great trumpet player got shot right on stage."

When he opened his own jazz club, The Tin Palace, in the Bowery section of Lower Manhattan in 1970, Pines said he "took great care" not to let it go the way of Slug’s. Drug use was forbidden on the premises, although he didn’t ask what people did out on the sidewalk.

"My idea was to create an environment in this sort of no-man’s land that was safe for the arts," he said. "It became very exciting."

Some jazz greats performed at the Tin Palace during the ’70s, he said, including David Murray, Claudio Roditi, Henry Threadgill, Hilton Ruiz and Eddie Jefferson. Pines eventually closed the club and moved to Central America, but he used it as the setting for a mystery novel, "Tin Angel," published in 1983.

"Tin Angel" got strong reviews in The New York Times and other high-profile publications, was translated into several languages and even optioned for a French film (though that never materialized). It also earned Pines a six-month fellowship from the New York State Council on the Arts as a writer-in-residence at Crandall Public Library.

Pines only meant to visit Glens Falls, figuring he could earn enough money here to live for a year in Belize, where, after the Vietnam War, he had bought a few acres of beachfront property with a buddy from the Merchant Marines.

But one dinner changed everything.

He met his wife, Carol — an aspiring opera singer who, it turns out, lived in uptown Manhattan at the same time he lived downtown — while tossing a salad at a mutual friend’s house.

"We kind of fell in love in about five minutes," Carol said. "I just had a sense of his tremendous depth of spirit and humor. And I know this sounds corny, but there was that sense of finding a soulmate."

As Pines puts it: "We just knew." They were married in October 1985.

His next book, "Redemption," took on U.S. involvement in a genocide in Guatemala. Pines’ agent in America said he couldn’t sell the book, although an editor in France accepted it.

"The subject matter was not what people wanted," Pines said. "I was deeply upset about not having it out in English, just devastated. I stopped writing everything except poetry for a while."

When Pines did return to book writing, his next two attempts were also rejected by an agent as "not big enough" to sell. He sees this as evidence that what used to be considered "mid-list" fiction is disappearing from the market.

"The problem is that fiction is no longer a marketable form, unless it’s genre fiction," Pines said. "We have a public that’s no longer reading. And when they do, they don’t want endings that are too dark. They want to be reassured that they will live eternally, be young and triumphant."

This doesn’t mean that writers should stop writing, Pines said. It means, he tells his ACC students, that "you had better enjoy the process, and find ways to support yourselves."

And, in his view, it doesn’t matter whether the support comes in the form of a prestigious arts grant or churning out cheap paperbacks under a pen name.

"Every moment I’ve lived is subject matter," he said. "Your moments can be as dispensable as refuse, or as valuable as you choose to make them."

My trip to Africa

Published in The Post-Star (B1)
4/22/07

Four down, three to go.

As a senior in high school, I naively included "travel to every continent" in the "future plans" section of my yearbook profile. It seemed achievable, since of course I would have a fabulous job as a ... well, I didn't really know. As a professional traveler, I guess.

Earlier this month, I got my first taste of Africa on a vacation to Kenya and Uganda.
My college roommate, Jenna, lives and works in Kijabe, Kenya, a rural village about an hour northwest of Nairobi on the edge of the Great Rift Valley. She is the assistant to the director of a hospital run by CURE International, a Christian medical charity that works in developing countries to treat children with disabilities like clubfoot, cleft palate, spina bifida and hydrocephalus.

I started saving for a plane ticket almost immediately after Jenna moved. My friends all know that gaining an international zip code basically guarantees I'll visit them, even if I only saw them once a year when they lived within driving distance.

My childhood friend Courtney joined me on the trip. She teaches global studies at a high school in western New York, and fell in love with Africa after taking an educational vacation to Uganda last year. We left New York City for Nairobi (a 19-hour trip via London) for 10 days on April 6.

These are some of the highlights:

April 7
The night air felt wonderfully balmy -- around 70 degrees -- as we stepped outside the Nairobi airport, but I noticed that the locals were wearing warm jackets and hats. From their slightly sub-equatorial perspective, this was practically winter.

April 8
We visited an outdoor tribal crafts market, and came away with ebony wood carvings, brightly striped scarves and hematite jewelry. I knew that simply being a "mzungu" (Swahili for "white person") meant I would get charged extra, but enjoyed the game of haggling. Strangest deal of the day: a soapstone dish in exchange for my used ballpoint pen (the guy grabbed the pen and wouldn't give it back, so I really didn't have a choice). I turned down a similar offer involving my sunglasses.

Then we went to the animal orphanage in Nairobi National Park. The warthogs were ugly, the ostrich was goofy and the lions were magnificent, as expected, but the unexpected highlight was walking into the cheetahs' cage with their keeper to pet them. Apparently, growing up around humans had made them quite tame. They purred like overgrown housecats at our touch.

April 9
Potholes the size of wading pools had eaten most of the road to the Nakuru wildlife preserve, a dusty three-hour drive from Kijabe. We passed people plowing fields and digging ditches by hand, or walking for miles between towns with heavy bundles balanced on their heads. I bet they would laugh out loud at the idea of paying for a fitness club membership.

Our van had a pop-up roof that provided a vantage point for safely viewing the animals in the park. Baboons came the closest, often gathering on the roadside to watch us watch them. The rhinoceroses only allowed us some distant photographs of their departing backsides, but the zebras were more flirtatious, sometimes galloping across the road within yards of our van. The giraffes stood in shady patches, tugging mouthfuls of leaves off the trees, and looked mildly amused by our excitement at spotting them.

Flamingoes gathered by the thousands on the shore of Lake Nakuru, forming a bright pink ribbon visible from miles away. We walked along the beach and took photos as the birds poked at the sand in the shallows, seeking food and murmuring to each other. Their gentle cacophony sounded like a nursery full of just-waking babies.

April 10-11
I was expecting to rough it on this trip, and was surprised to discover not only indoor plumbing and clean drinking water in Kijabe, but high-speed Internet access. We stayed in a lovely home owned by American missionary doctors who were away on vacation.

A walk into the village outside the medical compound revealed humbler neighborhoods -- houses cobbled together from scraps of metal and wood; cement-faced shops with quirky handpainted signs like "Photocopy Hello Services Etc." and "Barbers Ghetto Haircut" -- but the kids running around seemed happy and healthy.

A man named Samuel came to clean the house, and we started chatting about U.S. politics. Like many Kenyans, Samuel was fascinated by Barack Obama, and knew as much (if not more) about the 2008 presidential race as the average American. He predicts that Hillary Clinton will lose the Democratic nomination to Obama, "because people would not like to have a woman in charge."

Some of Jenna's Kenyan friends came over for dinner. We ate chicken, ugali (cornmeal paste formed into a thick, breadlike patty), scuma (like shredded kale or spinach cooked with spices), and fish stewed in coconut milk. Following their lead, I ate with my hands, using the ugali as a utensil to pick up the scuma and fish sauce. Delicious.

April 12
We flew to Entebbe, Uganda today. Jenna's friend Sam (another CURE staffer) picked us up at the airport to drive us to our hotel in Kampala. Jenna asked what great plans he had to entertain us, and got a chilling response.

"The plan is to keep you safe," he said. "There are riots in the city. Three people have already been killed."

Sam explained the Ugandan government wants to sell part of a national nature preserve -- Mabira Forest -- to an Indian sugar corporation (not coincidentally, one in which the government owns a majority stake) that would cut down the trees and plant sugarcane. Many Ugandans were outraged by this move, and had organized a major protest in Kampala. Police broke their promise not to use tear gas and bullets, protesters broke their promise to be peaceful, and things got ugly in a hurry. An Indian motorcyclist was stoned to death; a journalist was run over by a car; shops were looted and cars were set on fire.

We were also 1)riding in a vehicle that had been donated to CURE by the government, and still looked official enough that the rioters might target us, and 2)nearly out of diesel, and had already tried three gas stations that were out due to a national shortage. Traffic was snarled by numerous breakdowns as people had no choice but to drive until they ran out of fuel.

Using side roads, we made it to Sam's gated house on the city's outskirts. He kept us there until things calmed down. When we drove through downtown that evening to reach our hotel, the streets were scarred with stones, broken glass and burnt debris, but a fierce rainstorm had dispelled the crowd. To my relief, we managed to find a gas station with some diesel left to sell.

The next day, the government-aligned newspaper blamed the violence on long-standing racial tension between blacks and Indians in Uganda, and focused on the death of the motorcyclist. They didn't explain how the other two victims were killed -- probably by police firing on the crowd.

April 13
After stocking up on more souvenirs at an outdoor market, we went to Mukono, a village just outside Kampala. Courtney's friend Nora lives there, and brought us to visit her daughter Comfort's boarding school. Uganda's public school system is so weak that parents must struggle to find the fees for boarding school if they want their kids to get a decent education.

We were quickly mobbed by children fascinated by our foreignness and fancy cameras. I was surprised at how simple the living conditions were, since "boarding school" in the U.S. is usually equated with wealth and privilege. Here, kids slept in bunks stacked three high in warehouselike rooms, washed themselves and their clothes in plastic basins outside, and all wore the same close-shaved haircuts and simple green uniforms.

Comfort was a shy, endearing 9-year-old who said she wants to be a doctor someday. I asked her what she planned to do on her upcoming school vacation. "Help my mother with doing dishes and sweeping the house," she said. (Note to parents: See what happens when TV and Nintendo aren't an option?)

Trips like this always remind me that even though I sometimes feel "poor" compared to my American peers, I'm rich by the standards of many others in the world. I could see it in the eyes of the African kids, and even in some of the adults'. They looked at us so hopefully, as though we might have superhero capes tucked beneath our sweaty T-shirts. I wish we did.

Mercury rising

Published in The Post-Star (A1)
April 8, 2007

A recent study warns of widespread mercury contamination in the Adirondacks after scientists found high levels of the dangerous element in the picturesque wilderness and wildlife that personify the region.

"I do a lot of work in the Adirondacks, so I knew the concentrations were high. But to put all this together, and learn that 10 of the top 13 species of fish had average concentrations above the EPA guidance value — to me, that’s unbelievable!" said Charles Driscoll, a professor of civil and environmental engineering at Syracuse University. He led the mercury study, which includes the central Adirondacks on a list of five confirmed biological mercury hot spots in the Northeast.

Driscoll worked with scientists from Clarkson University and the Hubbard Brook Research Foundation, a New Hampshire-based nonprofit group that studies forest ecosystems. The team spent three years analyzing data from more than 6,800 observations of seven wildlife species in the Adirondacks and New England. The results, which were published in a January 2007 study called "Mercury Matters," shocked him.

Mercury is fairly harmless in its elemental form, but when it enters watersheds and lakes, it gets transformed into a much more mobile and toxic form called methyl mercury. Then it bioaccumulates, becoming more concentrated at higher levels of the food chain. As it moves from water, to plankton, to fish, to birds, methyl mercury can increase in concentration by a factor of up to 10 million, Driscoll said.

And when it gets into people’s bodies, mercury contamination has been linked to heart disease and reduced brain function.

Stressed species

In the central Adirondacks, researchers found that 25 percent of common loons have blood mercury levels that exceed the wildlife health threshold of 3.0 parts per million, putting the already fragile population at risk of further decline. Mercury accumulates in loons’ bodies from eating contaminated fish, and can cause brain lesions, spinal cord degeneration, difficulty flying and swimming and lowered reproductive success, according to the study.

"The loon already has a variety of stresses on it ... it doesn’t need this one," said John Sheehan, spokesman for the environmental group the Adirondack Council. He said New York state considers the loon "a species of concern," which is one step down from the endangered species list.

"It’s one of the signature species in the park. I can’t tell you how many tourists come back just for the opportunity to hear them at night," Sheehan said.

High mercury levels were also found in the flesh of yellow perch sampled from both the west and central Adirondacks, with concentrations averaging twice the health threshold. In addition to contaminating wildlife above it on the food chain, like loons, this poses a human health risk to anyone who eats fish from the region.

In humans, mercury is a powerful neurotoxin that can interfere with brain development, leading to learning disabilities and reduced cognitive function in children of women who eat large amounts of fish during pregnancy. One recent study estimated that prenatal mercury exposure affects between 200,000 and 400,000 children born in the U.S. each year. In adults, mercury exposure has been linked to higher risk of heart attacks.

A double whammy

Nearly every U.S. state has issued one or more fish-consumption advisories related to mercury in the last several years, indicating that the problem is widespread. But the Adirondacks are especially susceptible after experiencing decades of acid rain, Driscoll said.

Sulfur and nitrogen emissions from Western power plants tend to blow East and get "wrung out" over the Adirondacks, changing the pH balance of the soil and water.

"It’s naturally sensitive, but you have a sort of double whammy with the acid rain," he said.

Scientists have found that adding sulfuric acid to a lake or wetland causes a bacterial interaction that leads to increased production of methyl mercury.

It could also mean mercury has less opportunity for "biodilution," Driscoll said.

"One idea is that the acid rain has affected the number and productivity of organisms in lake, so the mercury gets distributed at a very high level among the fish that are left," he explained.

A third factor is that acidified lakes inhibit a natural process that removes mercury from water by transforming it into a gas, he added.

Mercury contamination is often strongest in shallows and wetlands, which Sheehan noted are "cradles of aquatic life — exactly where you don’t want to have it."

Controlling coal

Coal-fired power plants are currently the largest source of mercury emissions in the U.S., the study found. Although total mercury emissions in the U.S. were cut in half from 1990 to 2002, that reduction was mostly due to stricter pollution controls for waste incinerators.

The amount of mercury emitted by coal-fired power plants declined only 13.7 percent over the same time period, from 116,000 pounds to 100,000 pounds.

The HRBF study suggests that the U.S. Environmental Protection Agency’s national models have underestimated the extent of mercury deposition in areas near coal-fired utilities and other large emission sources.

"The EPA had suggested that local sources probably weren’t that significant," Driscoll said. "But we applied a local-scale model."

Looking specifically at an area near a coal-fired power plant in southern New Hampshire, the HBRF team found levels of mercury deposition that were four to five times higher than levels estimated by the EPA’s model.

Their study noted that the bulk of emissions from coal-fired power plants in the Northeast are in the form of reactive gaseous mercury, which generally travels no more than 150 miles from its source.

Sheehan and other environmentalists think that should raise a red flag about emissions trading, a policy that allows facilities emitting less than the maximum pollution allowance to sell "credits" to facilities that exceed the allowance.

"Trading is not a bad way of going about controlling nitrogen and sulfur pollution, but those are pollutants where a temporary shift of the geographic source doesn’t have a real profound effect on the community," Sheehan said. "But with mercury ... it really takes very little to make people sick. A slight increase here or there could cause damage to public health."

The EPA’s 2005 Clean Air Mercury Rule established a cap-and-trade system for mercury emissions and decided that coal-fired power plants no longer qualified for regulation under the Clean Air Act, a move that New Jersey and other states recently challenged in court. That case is now in the U.S. Court of Appeals for the District of Columbia.

The Adirondack Mountain Club filed a brief in the appeal in January 2007, arguing that the CAMR "is an illegal attempt to weaken the strict mercury controls set forth in the Clean Air Act" and would perpetuate mercury hot spots in the Northeast.

The good news

The HBRF team’s case study of New Hampshire, a state that implemented strict mercury emissions controls in the mid-1990s, found that mercury levels in loons decreased rapidly in response to decreased local pollution.

"It was amazing, almost instantaneous!" Driscoll said. "We don’t know if it is a one-shot deal or if it can apply to other areas, but it’s encouraging."

Sheehan said he’s looking forward to 2010, when the Clean Air Interstate Rule goes into effect to reduce sulfur and nitrogen pollution in the eastern U.S. That will mean less acid rain for the Adirondacks, and could have other benefits.

"The good news is that reductions in those things are hard to make without making cuts in mercury, too, so the people who live around the plants should be getting healthier, too," he said.

Driscoll hopes the HBRF study will encourage policymakers to implement a comprehensive mercury emissions monitoring program, such as the one proposed in March by Sen. Hillary Clinton and others.

"These types of monitoring programs are not in place for mercury, so we have no idea how emissions control programs are working," Driscoll said. "I’m just a lowly researcher ... but if you’re talking about a multibillion dollar program that involves a significant health component ... it seems to me it’s a no-brainer that you want to know if it works."

LOGGING ON
EPA mercury information: www.epa.gov/mercury/
Current fish consumption advisories in New York state: www.health.state.ny.us/environmental/outdoors/fish/fish.htm
Mercury Matters study: www.hubbardbrookfoundation.org
Adirondack Mountain Club brief: www.adk.org/issues/Mercury.aspx
Adirondack Cooperative Loon Program: www.adkscience.org/loons/