“Plastics, my boy, plastics!” says a wizened older fellow to the young Dustin Hoffman character in The Graduate.
Boy, was he right … and wrong.
Is it just me, or does anyone else over 40 (gasp) remember that before there were plastic straws, we had a nice, wax-coated, paper version that flexed “funly” and could be recycled, like any waxed paper cup à la Starbucks.
A return to paper straws in Santa Barbara could be a good move in many ways.
I think I’ll buy some stock in a paper straw company.