To the Journal editor:

Last February, I connected with Facebook at the urging of a sibling. I haven’t been online for two or three years and really didn’t miss it, sort of.

My main jones has been The Journal, which I read twice as to get my money’s worth and I clip out articles of interest to satisfy a compulsive need for referral information. Along with that was the antenna television and at one time I could receive 11 stations. As of late I only get one, Channel 3 from Escanaba, and sometimes 6 and 13, WNMU from Marquette. They are working on the transmitter since mid-August, I guess.

This and the addition of FB has got me almost crazy. If things work from the bottom up, which is how things are done, we’re doomed. The two Enbridge oil pipes under the straits that haven’t leaked since their installation in 1953 and I was born in 1946 and haven’t had a blowout. Odds are, soon.

I would feel better if they had some sort of gizmo that could travel through the pipe and measure the pipe diameter from the inside. Submersibles and what other safety measures? It all comes down to the wall thickness and the degradation of. Right?

And just because there are bugs a thriving in the creeks don’t mean that all is OK. Bugs lived in Deer Lake and we couldn’t consumer walleye and still can’t. It’s been de-listed.

We’re playing loose and way too fast and I wonder about the refs. Them 1, Us 0.

William Lullo

K.I. Sawyer