The state found me on the streets alone when I was two years old. I had lice, was suffering from malnutrition, and cigarette burns covered my body. While in the foster care system, I went through seven foster homes in which I continued to endure abuse. When I was four, a loving family adopted me. Because of my abuse, I had severe scarring all over my body, and my adoptive parents had to put vitamin E oil on me each night before I went to bed. As I got older, the state provided information regarding my abusive family history, but by that time my heart was hardened and guarded. When I became a teen, my parents were unable to emotionally reach me. They sent me to boarding school, but I left and ended up on the streets.
It seems that American and Canadian oil companies are producing more crude than their exissting pipeline network can carry. The answer, in the short term, has been to ship the oil by rail. The Vancouver, Wash. port commission last week cleared the way for the construction of a massive terminal, where railroad oil from North Dakota would be loaded onto ships bound for West Coast refineries. Among other places the trains would run through Oregon.
Trains are fun and all, but sometimes they, y'know, blow up.