I have to thank Rosebud, BP and the BP oil spill for the most delightful eco-friendly nighttime activity I’ve had in a long time.

And not only delightful, but deliciously right, free from sin, and utterly green.

It all started when I read a Rosebud web magazine article that painted a very accurate picture of my gasoline machine-plagued suburban neighborhood.

I live in the suburbs. Everything looks green, tidy and pleasant. But I’m surrounded by death, pollution, environmental destruction, climate change, poisons, and toxic waste. Here’s why…