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Show 5 is passage played in my head: 'The land i s not to be sold forever: for the land i s mine; ye are strangers and sojourners with me.' But I resisted the impulse to r e c i t e i t aloud; Brian wasn't appreciative of my penchant to r e l a t e everything to scripture. Brian shrugged and h i s mouth twisted. "You would say that. There's no sense of ownership in you, is there?" I looked at him, confused. "What do you mean?" "Well, if nobody can own anything, then nobody can be owned either, right? You c a n ' t s e t t l e down i f you have no place to s e t t l e , can you?" My thoughts blurred. "I don't understand." "Of course you d o n ' t . " Brian was s i l e n t for awhile. "Maybe the land does belong to God," he said a f t e r awhile. "But I'm not so sure He'd want i t back - seeing what we've done to i t. It's not bad enough t h a t we're ruining our own land, but we had to travel thf|Lteen thousand miles and ruin somebody e l s e ' s ." He sounded l i k e Saul and Danny. Saul was deeply involved in environmentalist issues in northern California and had been named chapter president of Zero Population Growth. I had to smile when I thought of the paradox: My father with forty-eight children and one of his oldest sons wanting zero Population growth. Well, i t had been crowded enough in our family, that was t r u e . . . b u t the 'more the merrier' had been °ur motto. Saul had once enjoyed organizing our numbers into games, had not minded the trlo'c of boys who followed him fishing. Now he seemed to hate the presence of other people. They trod through his t r o u t streams and ruined the fishing,and ran over Pheasants with t h e i r cars so t h a t he couldn't shoot them with l i s shotgun. Danny had imbibed many of Saul's a t t i t u d e s , and |
