Poor old Norman Wells.
Norman Wells is a town that
sits just south of the Arctic Circle, on the Mackenzie River. I spent
some time there as a toddler, and it appears that it was here that some
of my more daring exploits were performed, be they the sight of a 2 year
old me tearing out of the house and down the road naked as the day I
was born, or at least one set of my mother's beloved aquarium fish
falling prey to my early and intuitive campaign to fight against the
fish scourge of this planet.
But I digress.
Norman
Wells is a town of about 727 people that exists thanks to the oil and
natural gas in the region. So it is truly ironic that today, Norman
Wells is experiencing pipeline troubles that leaves the town without gas
for heating. In the mid -40s Celsius, this is a really bad day for
irony. At last report, some of the line has been restored, but not
until after a day of moving all the people to civic buildings in order
to keep them from freezing in their homes and offices.
Stay warm, Norman Wells...
...Wish you were here.
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