It used to be that if someone called me “green,” he meant I was sick, sad, immature, inexperienced, unsophisticated or naive. Now it means I’m an Al Gore quoting, gum-wrapper-recycling, water-conserving, non-littering, canvas-grocery-bag-carrying, Styrofoam-refusing, wouldn’t-be-caught-dead-with-my-engine-idling pain in everyone else’s ass. And it’s all true, save the Al Gore bit (I haven’t even seen that film). We’re everywhere these days — bagging our own groceries, letting our lawns die, attending this... More >>>