November 23, 2009
Excitement on the Toaster
Just up the holler a lick, well, it's gone crazy. See, we're ten miles from the Watts Bar Nuke-ya-ler plant, and there are evacuation routes all over the place. Nice blue signs. According to the news, at least one sign points people THE WRONG WAY, down a dead end, except the end part is miles on down the road. Whoo boy doggie.
Anyway, the story, complete with video, is here. That Deputy at the end of the viddy, who hadn't noticed the sign in error despite driving past it every day for some time, knocked on the door here once, and didn't impress me much, but I wondered if maybe he was holding back something, you know, tricky like. I think maybe not, maybe.
Oh, yeah, and we never noticed that sign, either, because we rarely drive that part of the Toaster, preferring the relatively straight shot out Rocky Springs.
And I always figgered, in the advent of nuke-ya-ler meltdown at the hands of the TVA, it might just be better to hunker down and stay put. There's a small (very short, but thickish) mountain (part of it is named Iron Hill) between here and the hot stuff, and the evac routes have to go over that mountain thereby exposing the evacuees to certain… exposure, at least for a short time. And the wind doesn't usually blow this way.
