Naming a state dirt just doesn't wash in N.J.


Wednesday, August 09, 2006

By Barry Newman, The Wall Street Journal


TOMS RIVER, N.J. -- As its license plates affirm, New Jersey is the
Garden State. Where does its garden grow? It grows in dirt, which is
why
asking the state legislature to designate an official New Jersey state
dirt sounded like a nice idea to David Friedman.

"It connects plants and animals and water and everything," said Mr.
Friedman, a tall 55-year-old who runs the Ocean County
soil-conservation
district, here on the coastal plain between New York and Atlantic City.
On a hot afternoon, he was driving his Subaru toward the broad, burnt
lawn of the East Dover Baptist Church.

"What's beneath our feet," Mr. Friedman continued, "is a whole other
world of earth and worms and ... help me out, Chris."

"And roots and organisms," said Chris Miller, a specialist with the
U.S.
Agriculture Department who was on an inspection tour; he was riding in
the back seat.

"They all serve," Mr. Friedman said. "If we manage what's below our
feet, it's going to benefit mankind."

The sentiment appealed to Douglas Fisher, chairman of the state
Assembly's Agriculture Committee. Encouraged by Mr. Friedman, he
co-sponsored a bill naming a sandy loam called Downer soil as New
Jersey's official dirt. Also known as "sugar sand," Downer blankets
Ocean County; it's the commonest dirt in the state.

By unanimous vote, the Assembly passed the bill in May, prompting local
resident Jay Lomberk to write to the Asbury Park Press: "State dirt?
Are
you kidding?" And another local, Jackie Daly, to write: "If it weren't
so pathetic, it would be funny." There were lots of editorials, too.

Mr. Fisher is sure the mockery explains why no senator followed his
dirt
bill with one in the state's upper chamber. Earlier this year, Mr.
Fisher nominated the tomato as New Jersey's official vegetable. The
tomato is a fruit, but Mr. Fisher cited a U.S. Supreme Court decision
from 1893 to prove that tomatoes are vegetables in the eyes of the law.


"The tomato didn't go anywhere, either," he says. "Didn't even pass the
Assembly. Legislators think these bills make them look stupid. You can
reduce anything to folly if you keep working at it."

Hard at work across America, state legislatures have lately ordained
official fossils, odes, dogs and doughnuts. Bob Akerle of Netstate.com,
a Web site that tracks these bills, says his count of new proposals is
nearing 60 for this year. Where official symbols once stopped at flags,
flowers and anthems, they total in the hundreds now. A few months ago,
South Carolina made boiled peanuts its official snack food. Hawaii just
installed the humuhumunukunukuapua'a as its official fish.

United Square Dancers of America has lobbied Congress to make the
square
dance a national symbol, alongside the flag, the rose and the bald
eagle. "What with the war, we were not able to pass it," says Alitia
Becker, the group's Plains region vice president. But it has persuaded
31 state legislatures -- New Jersey's included -- that they need an
official folk dance, and that the square dance is it.

Until July 1, only Vermont had an official pie (apple). Now Florida has
passed a pie act (Key lime) and the American Pie Council has hopes for
pecan (Georgia) and cherry (Michigan). "People like to invoke a feeling
of America," says Linda Hoskins, the pie council's executive director.
"Nothing invokes America like pie."

Sure enough, but even officialdom can get fed up. Florida's lawmakers
saw no use for a state rock; Ocala limestone met defeat in April. Last
month, Louisiana Gov. Kathleen Blanco vetoed the newly written "I Love
My Louisiana" as state poem, citing its lack of literary merit. In
March, the Utah Legislature killed the rattlesnake's bid for state
reptile.

Unlike rocks, snakes and poetry, the official-dirt movement, a loose
amalgam of soil scientists, had run into little resistance up to now.
Florida named a dirt (Myakka) in 1989. West Virginia did it
(Monongahela) in 1997, and Illinois (Drummer) in 2001. Georgia is
getting set to name red clay. All told, 21 states have honored
dirt."There's no financial motivation, like there is with pie," Mr.
Friedman was saying as he drove up to the Baptist Church and parked at
the curb. He opened his trunk, got out a rubber-handled steel spike and
added: "I don't think this should be a controversial issue in New
Jersey."

Except for one thing: Mr. Friedman's homage to Downer soil also happens
to be a philosophical challenge to what federal researchers recently
identified as America's biggest crop.

The lawn.

At the East Dover Baptist Church, the lawn, initially planted in
Downer,
was now parched and firm. Mr. Friedman started across, paused, and
jammed the spike as deep as it would go into the surface crust. It
stopped at two inches.

"This is what happens in suburbia," said his colleague, Mr. Miller.
Like
lawns everywhere, this one had been flattened and turned during
construction before it was grassed over. When dirt gets crushed, grass
can't sink roots deep enough to drink up water from below; it has to be
watered by hoses and sprinklers more and more. Because the dirt can't
absorb it all, the water runs off into drains. In Ocean County, lawn
fertilizer is then sluiced into barrier-island bays, helping breed
algae
that can starve fish of oxygen.

By contrast, under a pine stand in a far corner of the church lawn, a
patch of Downer had survived in its spongy, primordial state. Mr.
Friedman walked over and easily drove his spike up to the handle. He
cleared the leaf duff with his book and scooped up two handfuls of the
fragrant, sandy loam. "Plenty of pore space," he said, and Mr. Miller
added: "It's best as woodland, a natural woodland soil."

Once, Ocean County was almost all woodland, and its population included
2.6 million hens. It has 500,000 people now, most in houses with lawns,
plus 93 gated subdivisions for retirees and more on the way.

"Lawns," said Mr. Miller from the back seat as Mr. Friedman drove west
toward Lakehurst. "Personally, I don't know what the draw is." The
Subaru passed a string of "active adult communities," their new houses
standing on treeless greensward. "That's how they build," Mr. Friedman
said. "They clear everything."

He stopped at the edge of a future old-age compound called "River
Pointe." Banners with pictures of smiling couples hung from poles.
Behind them lay 165 humpy, windblown acres. Root-rakers had pulled out
the scrub oak and pitch pine. Graders had sheared off the topsoil and
stockpiled it. A backhoe was digging a storm drain.

Two surveyors stood at the roadside. Mr. Friedman walked over to
introduce himself and offer his views on lawn abuse. "That was Downer
soil," he said, looking over his shoulder. "It no longer is."

"Unfortunately, I'm responsible for clearing this," said one of the
surveyors, Doug Falkinburg. "That's progress."

Mr. Friedman brought up his legislative campaign, pointing out that New
Jersey has a state bird (goldfinch), a state tree (red oak) and a state
dinosaur (Hadrosaurus foulkii), but no state dirt, the thing that holds
it all together. "People didn't see the value," he said, mentioning
that
Downer, which almost covers the southern half of the state, was the
candidate.

As Mr. Friedman left, the surveyor watched silently, and then he gave
the dirt a kick. "Hey, I'm a South Jersey guy, too," he called out.
"You
got my vote!"

They should rename the state to "The McMansion State". I agree dirt is most
important but not to all the farmers who just gave in to busting their butts
to make a living and sold out.
Central Jersey Gal.

--

Betsy
"Pete E. Kruzer" wrote in message
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Naming a state dirt just doesn't wash in N.J.


Wednesday, August 09, 2006

By Barry Newman, The Wall Street Journal


TOMS RIVER, N.J. -- As its license plates affirm, New Jersey is the
Garden State. Where does its garden grow? It grows in dirt, which is
why
asking the state legislature to designate an official New Jersey state
dirt sounded like a nice idea to David Friedman.

"It connects plants and animals and water and everything," said Mr.
Friedman, a tall 55-year-old who runs the Ocean County
soil-conservation
district, here on the coastal plain between New York and Atlantic City.
On a hot afternoon, he was driving his Subaru toward the broad, burnt
lawn of the East Dover Baptist Church.

"What's beneath our feet," Mr. Friedman continued, "is a whole other
world of earth and worms and ... help me out, Chris."

"And roots and organisms," said Chris Miller, a specialist with the
U.S.
Agriculture Department who was on an inspection tour; he was riding in
the back seat.

"They all serve," Mr. Friedman said. "If we manage what's below our
feet, it's going to benefit mankind."

The sentiment appealed to Douglas Fisher, chairman of the state
Assembly's Agriculture Committee. Encouraged by Mr. Friedman, he
co-sponsored a bill naming a sandy loam called Downer soil as New
Jersey's official dirt. Also known as "sugar sand," Downer blankets
Ocean County; it's the commonest dirt in the state.

By unanimous vote, the Assembly passed the bill in May, prompting local
resident Jay Lomberk to write to the Asbury Park Press: "State dirt?
Are
you kidding?" And another local, Jackie Daly, to write: "If it weren't
so pathetic, it would be funny." There were lots of editorials, too.

Mr. Fisher is sure the mockery explains why no senator followed his
dirt
bill with one in the state's upper chamber. Earlier this year, Mr.
Fisher nominated the tomato as New Jersey's official vegetable. The
tomato is a fruit, but Mr. Fisher cited a U.S. Supreme Court decision
from 1893 to prove that tomatoes are vegetables in the eyes of the law.


"The tomato didn't go anywhere, either," he says. "Didn't even pass the
Assembly. Legislators think these bills make them look stupid. You can
reduce anything to folly if you keep working at it."

Hard at work across America, state legislatures have lately ordained
official fossils, odes, dogs and doughnuts. Bob Akerle of Netstate.com,
a Web site that tracks these bills, says his count of new proposals is
nearing 60 for this year. Where official symbols once stopped at flags,
flowers and anthems, they total in the hundreds now. A few months ago,
South Carolina made boiled peanuts its official snack food. Hawaii just
installed the humuhumunukunukuapua'a as its official fish.

United Square Dancers of America has lobbied Congress to make the
square
dance a national symbol, alongside the flag, the rose and the bald
eagle. "What with the war, we were not able to pass it," says Alitia
Becker, the group's Plains region vice president. But it has persuaded
31 state legislatures -- New Jersey's included -- that they need an
official folk dance, and that the square dance is it.

Until July 1, only Vermont had an official pie (apple). Now Florida has
passed a pie act (Key lime) and the American Pie Council has hopes for
pecan (Georgia) and cherry (Michigan). "People like to invoke a feeling
of America," says Linda Hoskins, the pie council's executive director.
"Nothing invokes America like pie."

Sure enough, but even officialdom can get fed up. Florida's lawmakers
saw no use for a state rock; Ocala limestone met defeat in April. Last
month, Louisiana Gov. Kathleen Blanco vetoed the newly written "I Love
My Louisiana" as state poem, citing its lack of literary merit. In
March, the Utah Legislature killed the rattlesnake's bid for state
reptile.

Unlike rocks, snakes and poetry, the official-dirt movement, a loose
amalgam of soil scientists, had run into little resistance up to now.
Florida named a dirt (Myakka) in 1989. West Virginia did it
(Monongahela) in 1997, and Illinois (Drummer) in 2001. Georgia is
getting set to name red clay. All told, 21 states have honored
dirt."There's no financial motivation, like there is with pie," Mr.
Friedman was saying as he drove up to the Baptist Church and parked at
the curb. He opened his trunk, got out a rubber-handled steel spike and
added: "I don't think this should be a controversial issue in New
Jersey."

Except for one thing: Mr. Friedman's homage to Downer soil also happens
to be a philosophical challenge to what federal researchers recently
identified as America's biggest crop.

The lawn.

At the East Dover Baptist Church, the lawn, initially planted in
Downer,
was now parched and firm. Mr. Friedman started across, paused, and
jammed the spike as deep as it would go into the surface crust. It
stopped at two inches.

"This is what happens in suburbia," said his colleague, Mr. Miller.
Like
lawns everywhere, this one had been flattened and turned during
construction before it was grassed over. When dirt gets crushed, grass
can't sink roots deep enough to drink up water from below; it has to be
watered by hoses and sprinklers more and more. Because the dirt can't
absorb it all, the water runs off into drains. In Ocean County, lawn
fertilizer is then sluiced into barrier-island bays, helping breed
algae
that can starve fish of oxygen.

By contrast, under a pine stand in a far corner of the church lawn, a
patch of Downer had survived in its spongy, primordial state. Mr.
Friedman walked over and easily drove his spike up to the handle. He
cleared the leaf duff with his book and scooped up two handfuls of the
fragrant, sandy loam. "Plenty of pore space," he said, and Mr. Miller
added: "It's best as woodland, a natural woodland soil."

Once, Ocean County was almost all woodland, and its population included
2.6 million hens. It has 500,000 people now, most in houses with lawns,
plus 93 gated subdivisions for retirees and more on the way.

"Lawns," said Mr. Miller from the back seat as Mr. Friedman drove west
toward Lakehurst. "Personally, I don't know what the draw is." The
Subaru passed a string of "active adult communities," their new houses
standing on treeless greensward. "That's how they build," Mr. Friedman
said. "They clear everything."

He stopped at the edge of a future old-age compound called "River
Pointe." Banners with pictures of smiling couples hung from poles.
Behind them lay 165 humpy, windblown acres. Root-rakers had pulled out
the scrub oak and pitch pine. Graders had sheared off the topsoil and
stockpiled it. A backhoe was digging a storm drain.

Two surveyors stood at the roadside. Mr. Friedman walked over to
introduce himself and offer his views on lawn abuse. "That was Downer
soil," he said, looking over his shoulder. "It no longer is."

"Unfortunately, I'm responsible for clearing this," said one of the
surveyors, Doug Falkinburg. "That's progress."

Mr. Friedman brought up his legislative campaign, pointing out that New
Jersey has a state bird (goldfinch), a state tree (red oak) and a state
dinosaur (Hadrosaurus foulkii), but no state dirt, the thing that holds
it all together. "People didn't see the value," he said, mentioning
that
Downer, which almost covers the southern half of the state, was the
candidate.

As Mr. Friedman left, the surveyor watched silently, and then he gave
the dirt a kick. "Hey, I'm a South Jersey guy, too," he called out.
"You
got my vote!"

--

Betsy
"Frank" wrote in message
ps.com...

betsyb wrote:
They should rename the state to "The McMansion State". I agree dirt is
most
important but not to all the farmers who just gave in to busting their
butts
to make a living and sold out.
Central Jersey Gal.

Dirty state with even dirtier politicians. The governor look like he
sleeps on a heating grate during the winter. DE had the foresite to
put a river between us
Frank

Thanks so much for pointing out the obvious. You are so quick.