The Stench of Recycling

I’m sympathetic to this farmer, who is responding to new neighbors that left the city for greener pastures:

When you live in the country, sometimes it smells. Sometimes it’s noisy. Sometimes it’s dusty. Sometimes there’s cattle that cry all night for their mothers. We’re doing nothing wrong. We’re doing nothing we haven’t been doing.

But I too might draw the line at having to inhale sewage sludge fumes. This, by the way, is a larger, controversial story that keeps raising its nasty head from time to time.