I received another letter from the Eagle Ford Shale. Excerpts from the first letter are posted here: Letter from the Eagle Ford Shale tells of rashes, nosebleeds and misery
Here are excerpts from the second letter:
Just a few weeks after FM ## road was repaired, it is, once again, being ripped up and redone! We grow tired of having to avoid dangerous holes and the scattered debree.
Operators in the Eagle Ford Shale, like all shale plays, want taxpayers to clean up their messes in every case, even road repair.
KARNES CITY, TEXAS — Many counties within the Eagle Ford Shale play receive “donations” from oil companies or have “gentleman agreements” to provide materials for road repair. But officials in several South Texas counties estimate it will take hundreds of millions of dollars to fix the roads and bridges that are worn down, ground up, and spit out by 18-wheels of constant use from oil and gas trucks. “We just want to get up and down our roads without eating all the dust that’s been created,” said Shanna H
The letter continues…
I have noticed that sunrise has a whole new array of colors; orange, red, purple… Yes, taste the rainbow of colors created by toxins in your air. They don’t go down as easy as “Skittles”, and the flavor is not pleasing. …
New flares have arrived. Behind us, the fracing should give birth to the newest addition in that same family. By the horrible sound, labor is very intense. Wished I could ask for a separate room. Oh, but I did, and [operator name] denied that request. It is difficult to guess if the rigs and flares outnumber the homes out here.
The popular petroleum smell is gaining ground on its garlicky companion. I’m sure both will continue their assault on our lungs. I wonder how long the olfactory sense can survive. Will it eventually effect taste; as do cigarettes? One can only speculate.
The letter goes on to describe a sinkhole near the home and the insomnia inducing fear of falling… Then the subject of children comes up.
I can’t look at children without the morbid thought of “how long do they have before becoming ill, or dying” popping into my head. Do you do that? Have others experienced that? I can’t enjoy seeing them play; because I am constantly aware that, with every breath they take, they are closer to sickness, even death. I picture the toxins sweeping into their fragile lungs. It’s like a CSI episode clip in my head. This is just another side effect brought on by this industry. Your normal thoughts are changed forever. The pleasure of seeing the circle of life is taken away.
Yes, I do that too and so do others. You are not alone.