Explosion in Connecticut
Last night, I went to dinner at a terrific Indian restaurant in Middletown. It was evening when I drove past a power plant, a landmark I knew well from the last time I drove into Middletown (which, with some bitter irony, was the night of my head-on collision.)
This morning I got up early to chop some firewood. Around 11:15 a.m. I went inside to start some coffee and take a shower. I had just turned the water on when I heard/felt an explosion.
I turned off the water. There was no doubt in my mind that it was not an earthquake or accident or truck on the highway. It was an impact tremor of some kind. I remember feeling a morbid concern that I would see the blazing white light of a nuke blossoming on the horizon.
But nothing happened. I waited, hearing a few birds outside. Then I took my shower and went about my day, writing and editing and away from all phones, email, and TV.
A few hours later I learned about the explosion at the Middletown power plant.
I live in Prospect, CT, which sits nearly 30 miles away. The explosion could be felt and heard from here.
My thoughts and hopes are with the people harmed by this tragedy.
