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Cardiovascular Research 1999 44(1):1-4; doi:10.1016/S0008-6363(99)00221-7
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Copyright © 1999, European Society of Cardiology

Wasting away. What a waste. Part 1

Karl T Weber, M.D.*

University of Missouri-Columbia, Division of Cardiology, Department of Medicine, MA432 Medical Science Building, Columbia, MO 65212, USA

* Corresponding author. Tel.: +1-573-882-8580; fax: +1-573-884-4691 weberkt@health.missouri.edu

Received 5 July 1999; accepted 5 July 1999

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Elizabeth Conrad was reading the Tribune. Husband Theodore was cleaning his pipes. ‘Says here that industrial pollution is no longer public enemy number one,’ noted Elizabeth. ‘I’ve recently heard the same thing. There’s a new threat to our environment, a public health menace of the first order,’ remarked Theodore. An episode that should raise public awareness occurred right here in Illinois not too long ago. Let me tell you about it. But first some relevant background.’

Monday, July 1, 1946. Two-penny nails. Brown paper bags. Ten nails to a bag. A task well suited for 17-year-old Dexter. At Tyrant’s hardware store in Hesler, Kentucky, a town northwest of Lexington, packaged nails sold for 25 cents. Dexter had worked in his father’s store full-time since his high school graduation 1 month ago. Life in Hesler was usually slow-paced. These days it was even slower as summer’s heat shimmered off hot . . . [Full Text of this Article]


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