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Episode 100

When you think about disasters it’s easy to be relieved that the cost in human lives was low or non-existent such as our disaster. But the aftermath of our disaster was going to be huge. 1000’s of gallons of very polluted water containing a much higher acidity just filled a cave. Caves are formed by acidic water flowing through the soft limestone and carrying the calcium downstream. This process of course assumes a normal level of acidity in the water.

Higher acidity in the water means more “erosion” in the cave.

That is a problem that would plague our fair city in the future. For now, the sheriff was combing the disaster site seeking clues. He was finding more than he bargained for…

 

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Episode 99

The water started pouring into the sinkhole which for a time made people happy we had the sinkhole (until someone mentioned that the water is in fact highly polluted and it would effectively pollute the water table of our area for the next decade or so).

Our great flood waters were gone by Tuesday morning and people were able to get up to the sluice gates. It had to have been a pretty massive explosion. But the important thing was the town council meeting that happened Monday evening.

After nearly 20 years of anonymity our small little town was now noticed, and not noticed for our fabulous corn festival. All that notice for our corn festival would have been a wonderful thing. The problem was that for the second time in less than 3 months our lake, former mayor and sinkhole were all causing huge problems for everyone south of us in the State of Indiana.

Instead the issue was the polluted lake that had once served as the picnic grounds for the corn festival parade participants.

“Sheriff Brownlee would you like to present your findings to the town council?” One of the members asked during the Monday emergency meeting.

“Well, we are not certain at this point. We do know for a fact that it was not an act of Eco Terrorists. They, Eco Terrorists prefer to stay away from explosions that cause ecological problems for a much larger are after the terrorism. Instead we are examining who may have wanted to do this horrifying thing. The good news is that no one was killed. John Withers did manage to fall and injure his back while trying to protect some of the valuable circuitry in his store. But in the town as a whole we survived with just a few bumps and bruises.”

 

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Episode 98

“We can see the hole in what used to be the sluice gate” the Sheriff’s voice crackled over the hand held radio sitting on my father’s desk.

“Roger.” My dad said.

“There is something painted on the wall. Willy is reading it right now. Free the waters of our mother earth, signed GEIA.” The Sheriff said.

“Why would a group concerned with saving mother earth release all that toxic water by blowing up the dam?” my father asked the sheriff.

“Doesn’t make a world of sense to me right now.” The sheriff answered. “but if you wanted to confuse some country bumpkins, that would be the way I would do it, throw a big old flaming oil can in front of them and yell fire.” The Sheriff continued.

“Yes it does.” My father replied.

The lake was completely empty by the next morning and people were able to get to the sluice gates and see what the real damage was. The damage was considerable. The army corps of engineers said it would take between 2-4 months to get the gate operational again. One of the young soldiers pointed out that Eco Terrorists are often very well educated and seldom spell the name of mother earth wrong. The sheriff asked him for the correct spelling (Gaia) versus the spelling on the wall (Geia) and wandered off on his own for a while.

The big city news vans were all at our little lake. Chicago, South Bend, Indianapolis, Cincinnati, Fort Wayne and even Grand Rapids Michigan had a film crew onsite. My dad had taken us to Grand Rapids Michigan on a fishing trip once, it was neither Grand nor did the river have any rapids to speak of. But still it was cool to have all those news trucks in town.

 

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Episode 97

Water, water everywhere and not a drop you could drink
My kingdom for safe water
Look upon my works ye mighty and despair, but all we saw around us was water that really smelled bad

It was a nightmare. Everyone was on their porches looking at the water. People didn’t know what to do. Dad got back in the car after he dropped mom and my brother off. I begged to come with him and he said ok. It was hard to drive because you couldn’t see the street.

“If we had a canoe, we could paddle downtown” dad said. But the current was pretty bad and I doubt we would have been able to make it.

Downtown there were a number of people standing on the only patch of dry ground between the general store/city office building and the road. There were probably 200 people standing there and the area was pretty full. Most of them were just watching the water roll by.

“What happened?” my father said to Sheriff Brownlee when he spotted him in the crowd. The sheriff was wearing hip waders, he was well prepared for a flood.

“Not really sure yet John but Billy and I are heading up to the dam to see what we can see.” Deputy Billy was standing right behind the sheriff also in hip waders. The sheriff tossed my dad one of the police radio’s. “There is no one else in the office building, can you run basecamp for us?” The sheriff asked.

“Sure” my dad said as he caught the radio.

 

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Episode 96

But something was wrong. Not that my dad knew about but maybe he did. You know you always read about people having moments where they know things before they really should be able to. Who knows about things beyond what we know and understand?

Something was wrong and it was coming fast.

As we turned the final corner to our house there was water in the street.

Not a little water.

A lot of water as much as 2 feet in the street and lapping all the way to the edge of our front porch. Dad slowed down as the rush of water blew past us.

Bikes, toys, wood from construction sites and small tree limbs were heading away from us and borne by the water.

 

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Episode 95

My brother and I played at the fort for a long time that particular Sunday as my parents walked around the park on the trail. There were a lot of families doing the same thing, kids playing at the old fort and parents wandering around the park on the trails. It was a typical Indiana Sunday afternoon.

We headed back home around 4 in the afternoon. It was after all Sunday and my brother and I were excited about that week’s 60 minutes show. It was all about industrial waste. We figured it was the perfect topic to take back to school with us for Monday. Everyone in my class planned on watching and then talking about it the next day. What with us probably making that show in some form or another (corporate greed was my guess).

My dad was quiet as we drove home. Usually we sang and talked and carried on as well you had to do when your father wouldn’t buy a car with air conditioning or an AM/FM radio. We only had the AM radio that cut in and out of stations so after a while we just turned it off forever. I was 23 years old before I realized that driving in the car and playing the radio was a part of being American.

Mom on the other hand was having one of her on days. We were singing all her favorite songs and didn’t really notice dad was quiet until we got almost all the way into town. We were only 11 stop signs and five one way streets away from home when mom asked dad “what’s wrong?”

My dad looked like a person struck by lightning for a second when mom asked.

“Nothing is wrong dear.” He answered.

 

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Episode 94

From Dave’s it was roughly a 7 minute walk to the old Fort Park and museum. The park and museum sat on top of a winding hill that of course was the perfect place to build a fort. If the French or Indians attacked you, you were on top the hill and could rain cannon balls down on them. They still had cannons sitting in the old fort, although there isn’t much of the old fort left and what was there was actually rebuilt in the 1950’s as part of the sesquicentennial celebration of Fort, Fort Wayne. It was later discovered that the fort was actually built in the 1780’s, but that wasn’t really talked about much.

The fort also had a restored home from the period and a couple of other buildings that we would tour each time we came. They didn’t change much year over year, but we went in each time like they were new. The Fort at Fort Wayne played a pivotal role for the British during the time leading up to the Revolutionary war. It gave them a staging fort that would allow them to conduct raids against both the French and the Indian tribes that were aligned with the French.

During the revolutionary war the Fort was the subject of a number of attacks and changed hands a couple of times. It was, the primary English fort for attacking Vincennes and southern Indiana and Illinois. “Long Knife” as he was called by the Native American’s living in the area. George Rogers Clark as he is known in history gained fame in forcing the British out of Indiana. His brother William Clark would go on to be part of the Lewis and Clark expedition that discovered most of the upper western United States. George, the older brother spent his own money in the revolutionary war and died a penniless patriot.

 

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