When I was ten-years old I dug a hole to China in our backyard. I never made it to the other side of the world directly below me. By sunset, standing in a pit up to my shoulders I knew what I had to do. I wouldn't have dreamed of leaving behind an empty crater with a mud lake at the bottom. Hands on her hips, my mother would have loomed over me until it looked exactly like I found it that morning. Or I wouldn't have lived to see tomorrow. And that's why today I am not an Augusta Mining Company executive pulling down a 6-figure salary.

If your idea of a great job is digging a hole I know some narcotraffickers in Mexico who will offer better pay and earlier retirement than Rosemont.

Fun facts: Rosemont will leave behind a hole that will be a mile across, nearly as big as the hole in the Forest Service’s Environmental Impact Statement where common sense and the letter of the law should be.

Many will argue that such pit mines are a part of our future as well as our past. Take Rosemont for example. A 21st century mine built in a state with floormat 18th century mining laws that will cost us water we'll be crying for in the 22nd century to produce a lake and a hole you'll be staring at 30 centuries from today for a handful of jobs that will last 1/4 of century.