It’s that kind of day around the house. The Tall Son is stripping and refinishing the kitchen floor. I’m waiting for the garden crew to come and remove a tree that is determined to infiltrate our well.
My job? Stay out of the way. I am, today, officially a tourist in my own home. Oddly, I don’t mind one bit. It’s rather … nice. Refreshing!
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“What do you mean, you’re fracking here! In the valley? Why?” I asked.
I was horrified. Ever since “fracking” became the latest, greatest trend in assaulting the earth, I have been sure it was going to do serious harm. How can anyone believe drilling through earth’s bedrock is okay? Could be safe or sane?
What about hidden, previously dormant fault lines? Or not so dormant fault lines. The aquifer and who knows what else? And about those nukes?
The utility companies are telling the government they can’t supply enough power if they aren’t allowed to drill and drill deep into the earth. Drill down to and through the supporting stone, the spine of the planet. And … oh, by the way, they also said: “We’ll pass the costs on to consumers.”
Naturally. You are going to destroy my world and make me pay for it.
The valley already has the highest number per capita of nuclear generating plants of any region in the country. You don’t see the nukes because they hide behind trees and fences. Big fences with barbed wire on top. Not the kind of fencing you expect to see in a park. So when you do see it, you know. There’s a nuke back there. One of many. When the mills moved south, the nukes moved in. Can’t leave that river idle, can you?
Now, they’re going to do a little “harmless fracking.” Right next door to all those nuclear plants. What could possibly go wrong?
This would be the first time, but it wouldn’t be the last. Well, on second thought, maybe it will be the last. Some mistakes are final. Irrevocable.
From some disasters, there’s no coming back.
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