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Though the timber industry has zealously replanted over the past two decades, the hallmark of old growth, biodiversity, has been lost. Gone are the broken-topped dead trees or "snags" favored by owl, osprey and pileated woodpecker. Gone the multilayered canopies and rich understory, the scattering of hemlock, incense cedar and sugar pine. Gone the centuries-old firs in their noble dotage. Increasingly, the forests have been transmogrified into tree farms of numbing uniformity, countless ankle-high seedlings and spindly saplings germinated from seeds selected for their productive capacity. The logging operations have tattered the seamless fabric of old growth...
Within two months the Cutlips had sold their house and moved with their four children to Seattle, with no job and few friends, but with a determination to find a less stressful life. Today the family is settled in the wooded suburb of Issaquah in a cedar split-level that cost them $110,000 less than their California home. Even if Kelly's income has dipped 20%, his commute is mercifully brief. At the wheel, he says, he no longer starts at the sound of a backfire for fear it might be a highway shooting. "We were tired of being...
Clark's change of plea was the result of an agreement his attorney reached with the District Attorney's Office. Clark agreed to plead guilty on condition that he receive a sentence of two years and eight months at the Massachusetts Correctional Institution at Cedar Junction...
...complex trading relationship, some issues are almost always simmering. Among the most sensitive is a long-standing U.S. complaint that Canada illegally protects West Coast fish processors. And by Dec. 6, the Reagan Administration must rule on the continuation of a punitive 35% tariff on imports of Canadian cedar shakes and shingles...
Carol Bowen, 46, ducks into the teachers' lounge at Harrison Elementary School in Cedar Rapids, Iowa, at 8:40 a.m. for a quick gulp of coffee. Then she heads back to Room 208 to wait for her third-grade students, who have formed two lines outside the red brick building. This particular morning the girls' line enters first. As they file past, one child, Heidi, stops and shyly hands Bowen a slender envelope. Inside is a bookmark. Its inscription: "To my teacher: thank you for taking the time to share what you have learned...