WELCOME January 22, 2001 Issue

To Our Readers

Bill Dawley

I remember how massive those gigantic metal structures looked as I drove along the New Jersey Turnpike late at night on my many runs from the Marine base where I was stationed in North Carolina to my home in Rhode Island. Those huge steel constructions sparkled with lights. With a little imagination, they had the look of alien spaceships that had just landed. And near the top of each structure was a smokestack-like affair that shot huge orange flames toward the night sky.

I was impressed by that sight. I saw it as industry and commerce in all its power. And I couldn't help but be conscious of the tremendous energy resources that would come from those refineries.

That impression changed abruptly, though, in the 1970s, when the US was hit with a huge energy crisis. I remember, during that time, driving a friend's car from New England to Florida. Each stage of that trip had to be carefully planned because I never knew where the next available gas would be.

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