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My Turn: Nightmarish prophecy of a great world of plastic now a manifest Fortune magazine declared, in this cover story in October 1940, that the United States had entered the Plastic Age. Chris Mullen/fulltable.com In 1940, we entered the Plastic Age, declared Fortune magazine in its prophetic October issue. Writers and graphic artists swooned at the rapid evolution of miraculous new plastics, and hailed them for their vibrant color, lightness, versatility, malleability and durability. They forecast a time when practically anything could be pressed, squeezed, rolled, sawed, drawn, cast, or carved from plastic even cars and houses. Feverishly, the Fortune writers and artists mapped a “synthetic continent of plastics,” where the cardinal points were those of the chemical compass carbon, hydrogen, oxygen, nitrogen. Its plastic countries included Melamine, Petrolia, Cellulose (“something like Texas”), Acrylic, and Phenolic, “the greatest plastic count ....
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The Omni Mount Washington Resort: ‘An Enchanted Cottage at the Edge of the Wilderness’ In the late afternoon light, the woods of the White Mountain National Forest appear quiet at first, muted by a blanket of soft, fresh snow. All I hear is my own breath and the swish of my cross-country skis as I push my way through the tracks. My husband is ahead of me, trudging up the hill on his skis, where the cross-country path divides into two separate trails. I catch up to him, panting. It’s only 6 degrees out, but I am uncomfortably warm, and wishing I hadn’t worn such a thick coat. ....