Why Not Composting?

     I think this is prompted by the fact that I was born 72 years ago today and I am in a contemplative state today.  

     Cremation saves a lot of space and simplifies exiting quite a bit.  But I wonder how green it is?  First of all there's all that natural gas required and no doubt quite a bit of smoke, carbon, and other pollutants are produced. Normal casket burial is just wrong; expensive, primitive, wasteful.  We're getting around to rather responsible burials with paper shrouds, thin coffins, etc.  But why not what would seem to be a more natural point between cremation  and burial --- composting.  I mean, really, you do away with the real estate needed, and it's probably more energy efficient than cremation.  Plus, you contribute to the earth; fertilizer.

Sure, standard burial eventually equals composting but it's a long, drawn out process.  Besides, raking a couple bushels of human Rapid-Gro into the soil makes more sense than a 6-foot hole, stone markers, a mahogany box and a concrete liner.
     I'll pass on thinking about how the process should take place.  A giant wood chopper or a blender/pulper is something I'd just as soon not dwell on, thank you.  Still, it's a thought.     Just sayin'.

I'll Take US Automobiles for $200, Alex

     The ElectroPuro bottled water truck just came by while I was in my roof office.  I recognized the sound of their diesel.  It's slightly different fro Ceil or the Coca Cola truck that also stop by.  No delivery needed here today but it got me remembering one of my Dad's unique talents in the 40s.
     Dad was a small town M.D. with an office in the main drag (US-259).  His one-room office faced the street. In between patients I'd sometimes visit with him in the afternoon and ask him about the cars.  He would sit with his back to the street and tell me the make of car as it drove by.  Sometimes he'd even tell me the year.  Amazing. He could suture up a laceration with no scarring.  He took really detailed, perfectly exposed x-rays with an old 1920s Frankenstein-like monster machine. But, to me, those were not nearly as impressive as his audio/automotive talent.  I got so that I could sometimes ID a Buick when it went by. And I could also identify the afternoon Greyhound coming up the street.  But who couldn't.  I could also hear our neighbor's '34 Chevy pickup coming ... from about a half a mile north of us!  

     Can't do that with a Toyota Prius!