Issue 1 | The Sun Magazine

January 1974

Essays, Memoirs, and True Stories

The Price Was Never Right

We will strip off the earth’s skin for oil. We will destroy the beauty of our shores. We will pollute the air for it. And we will kill for it. If we cannot buy it for what we consider a fair price we will take it by force, our need is so great.

By Mike Mathers
Essays, Memoirs, and True Stories

Baba Ram Dass

There Is No Energy Crisis!

In a recent interview, Ram Dass, who moves and speaks with an economy of energy suited to the times, suggests that the energy crisis is, “like all trauma, an exquisitely designed opportunity to reawaken man.”

By Anonymous
Essays, Memoirs, and True Stories

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Lewis’ head is under the hood

Lewis, who lived through gas rationing in World War II, observes that “this country runs on gas and oil” and “the man with the money gets what he wants.”

By Van Fitchett
Essays, Memoirs, and True Stories

[The best alternative energy sources]

The best alternative energy sources, according to Watson Morris of ECOS, are “doing away with present wasteful practices.”

By Anonymous
Essays, Memoirs, and True Stories

Alternative Energy

Solar energy, many scientists believe, is adequate for all the conceivable energy needs of the world. It is safe and clean, but expensive. The main technical obstacle is bringing down the cost of the solar cells, which convert light from the sun directly into electric current.

By Joy Hewitt
Essays, Memoirs, and True Stories

Nobody Called

Chapel Hill Energy Task Force

Sweat suits instead of flannel pajamas, river canoe trips instead of a vacation in Disneyland — these are some of the changes in lifestyle “every thinking person” should make, according to Shirley Marshall, chairman of Chapel Hill’s new energy conservation task force.

By Anonymous
Essays, Memoirs, and True Stories

More Baba Ram Dass

You start with the energy to be somebody, then use it to become nobody.

By Anonymous
Essays, Memoirs, and True Stories

[Big cities may shrink]

Big cities may shrink to more manageable proportions because of the fuel pinch, some regional planners believe.

By Anonymous
Essays, Memoirs, and True Stories

Sy’s Space

A cloudy, dreary day, sick with a cold, yet I want to mark the day, the year, to settle old accounts and begin something anew. It is what I am always up to, and I see how foolish it is, and how necessary.

By Sy Safransky
Poetry

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“It’s too warm,” she murmurs

By Sy Safransky