In 1930, my greatgrandparents purchased a beautiful farm in Bradford County, PA, in a little hamlet called French Azilum. In the summer, we spent time there, resting, breathing in the fresh air, enjoying the wild flowers, the bright stars and planets on a clear moonlit night, and swimming in the Susquehanna River. If gas drilling is allowed to continue, Bradford County and all of Pennsylvania will be forever changed, ruined beyond repair.
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It's unbelievable!So loud and bright- rather like living in a war zone, if you ask me. It's an insidious war, though- attacking the air and water quality- you can't see or smell it (although I vividly recall the smell of that frack pit!)so the levels can creep upwards.
I remember the day we stood next to that frack pit, too! We all got noticeably sickish within minutes, made a hasty retreat to the car, and felt ill for at least an hour.
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