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Aunt Fanny put the HP calculator back in the pocket of her camouflage jumpsuit. She looked down and around at the ground covered in leaves, needles and twigs. Then, she turned to me and asked, “Nephew, what makes my forestland more…
Aunt Fanny opened her black-and-white marbled composition notebook and flipped a few pages. Then she closed the book and pulled out her HP calculator. She spoke while punching numbers into the HP. “Nephew, you’ve taught me a lot about my more…
This post includes an excerpt from the feature article in the November/December edition of Wood Bioenergy US (WBUS) written by Brooks Mendell and Amanda Lang. The article reviews recent developments in the wood power sector, and projects the future electricity generation and more…
Aunt Fanny and I stood on the woods road and looked through her forest of densely packed pine trees. Aunt Fanny removed her aviator sunglasses, folded them and put them in the front pocket of her camouflage jumpsuit. She turned more…
After measuring the diameter of the pine tree, Aunt Fanny handed the D-tape back to me. I returned her Cross pen and black-and-white marbled composition notebook. She opened the notebook and wrote down a few things. “Nephew, tell me more more…
Aunt Fanny adjusted her aviator sunglasses, put her hands on her hips and looked up at the loblolly pine tree in front of her. “Nephew, talk to me about timber prices. What’s this pine tree worth?” “This tree here is more…
At 5:10 in the morning, I pulled up to where the woods road met the county road near Murder Creek. A fading yellow metal gate blocked the entrance to the forest. I stepped out of the truck to unlock the more…