Missed the Boat

It already too late for me to jump aboard the "post every day this month" bandwagon, but it have lots of time to read while I hang around and "mend".  And I have lots of prompts about things to write while I am enjoying the writing of others.

Our neighborhood enjoys a unique designation in the annuls of Ford Motor Company history. Our neighborhood was occupied by Ford factory workers for many years when the company was building their wood-sided station wagons here.   I think they suspended making woodies when they retooled this factory to make gliders for the war effort during WW2.

The Ford plant and Kingsford Charcoal Company dumped their industrial waste between our area and the Menominee River and one day about a block or two away from our house, an explosion happened in their basement when they turned on a light . 

This was the first indication that the years of dumping waste had resulted in a gigantic lake of methane below our town.  The story is long and pretty interesting even, but I'm not sure of all the facts, so I'll skip to the way Ford stepped up to take care of the problem.  Every house in town has been inspected and has a methane detector in the basement.  Every house and garage has piping and a whirling device to assist in dispersion, should any methane surface.  We have flagpoles galore, not only because we're so incredibly patriotic, but because they serve as venting devices.

These detectors are inspected and replaced yearly, if necessary.  They don't just drop by now and then, we have monitors in place, on the job, every day. 

I'm pretty proud of Ford, as a matter of fact.  It is great to see a corporate entity do the right thing. 

Would you like to buy a sweet little house here in Methane Meadows?