On April 1, a letter in the Reader’s Forum by Dale Must on switching electric suppliers contained misleading and inaccurate information.
The writer believes he has found a supplier of electricity derived from wind power and at a rate cheaper than his current supplier, First Energy. The company’s name is Pear Energy in Miami. He is in for a rude awakening.
I obtained the following information from the Pennsylvania Public Utility Commission and Pear Energy.
-- Pear Energy does not supply or broker electric energy.
-- Pear Energy is not licensed by the PUC to sell electricity.
-- Pear Energy has a “renewable energy certificate” (whatever that is) and “supports” renewable energy resources.
-- They do this by charging you an additional 2 cents per every kilowatt hour you use.
-- When you give them your Penelec account number, you authorize them to get your monthly usage figures.
They can bill you directly each month and you pay them directly for the additional amount. Or you can authorize them to send you your regular Penelec bill with the 2 cents per KWH added to it.
You are still required to pay the current Penelec consumption (distribution) charges and you must pay the current supplier (First Energy, probably) charges. Neither of the current rates will change because of Pear Energy.
Shopping for an electric supplier must be done carefully. Only deal with PUC-licensed suppliers. Find out if the rate is fixed or variable. Is there a termination fee? All of this information is at the PUC shopping site, www.papowerswitch.com.
People of Woodstock are now in charge
I was reading Monday’s front page, with all the deaths of young people dying from heroin. It makes me wonder why legislators are trying to legalizing the use of pot.
I believe that people of my generation are the ones in office today. They are the same group from Woodstock – let’s all get high and party all night long; free love, free to do as we please.
Pot, or Mary Jane as they called it, or a lot of other things lead to harder drugs such as speed, coke and LSD. You never stop until you are dead. No wonder this country is in the shape it is in: Lost in the ’60s, still at Woodstock.