This tension is familiar in the lives of most environmentalists. Some own cars; some still eat meat.

In due time fair Kaitlin will graduate to the rigors of Grandma Hannigan's school of culinary arts, where careless cookie dough squishers are cut no slack and even the cutest giggle will merit nothing more than a slightly raised grandmotherly eyebrow.

The overhead in loading transients is a big time-waster.

She was thin, but always carried herself bolt upright, and would never even lean back in her chair.