Do no harm

My husband and I had expected to be awed by the splendor of the desert, mountains, and prairies as we drove across the United States. What we hadn't expected was to find the landscape marred by something far worse than billboards. Mile after mile along the highways, as if we were passing through a war zone, there were the bodies of animals that had been struck by cars. The magnitude of the slaughter stunned us. We installed a high-frequency "deer whistle" on the car and drove with care. We also sought peace of mind.

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February 21, 2000
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