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NO WIPES IN PIPES

PEOPLE ARE FLUSHING ALL KINDS OF THINGS DOWN THE TOILET! IT'S NOT A TRASH CAN, YOU KNOW! SOME PAPER PRODUCTS AND WIPES ARE ADVERTISED AS "FLUSHABLE" BUT THEY AREN'T.  SURE, THEY WILL FLUSH DOWN, BUT THEY WON'T FLUSH OUT.

WIPES WON'T DECOMPOSE...THEY GET CAUGHT UP IN WASTEWATER TREATMENT PLANT SCREENS AND FILTERS---AND THAT COSTS MONEY TO CLEAR AND REPAIR!

PLEASE HELP PROTECT WATER QUALITY AND OUR ENVIRONMENT---AND PREVENT COSTLY WATER TREATMENT PLANT REPAIRS, AS WELL!

TAKE THE PLEDGE....NO WIPES IN THE PIPES!!!!!

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'tis the season

'tis the season

It IS the season. For sharing. For caring. For giving — of your time, your resources, your abilities. For sharing your table with family, friends, neighbors. This holiday season, as we reflect on the gifts we’ve been given, may we be eager to give, and eager to bestow acts of kindness on our loved ones, or even on strangers in need.

Ruth Ebenstein, an American-Israeli writer, relates a story of a Christmas Eve in 1944, a Christmas Eve that her grandmother, uncle, and mother spent in a concentration camp in Austria, on the verge of starvation. Ruth’s mother, who was only three years old, could not even leave the bed because she had no shoes to wear. Late that Christmas Eve night, Ruth’s uncle Gyuri, a young boy of 12 at the time, snuck out of the concentration camp and walked four miles to the nearest town. When he arrived in Deutsch-Wagram, he came upon a house and, knocking at the door, he begged the sleepy woman who answered for some food for his family. She whispered, “Come back tomorrow.” When Gyuri returned on Christmas day, the smiling Austrian lady gave him food, clothing, shoes, and warm woolen socks that she had knitted for his young sister.

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