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Posted Aug. 2, 2002

Tom Grein

The High Life of Summer

This summer has seen the stock market sink faster than a stock broker without a parachute, and with it the dreams of many an investor who was betting on that last quarterly report to be the best before he sold out and high-tailed it to Arizona.
And as stock prices fell, this summer has seen temperatures rise higher than they have in years. And along with rising temperatures came higher electric bills, higher water bills, and more frustration just trying to stay cool and healthy. Let's face it it: It's been miserable.
This summer also has seen the general malaise of the entire economy which headed south to Uncle Joe's Miami house to wait out the crooked CEOs, the overly ambitious accountants and the greedy investors. A recovering economy is still enjoying the pool at Uncle Joe's, but I understand it's packing its bags to come back home.
Bankrupt WorldCom, questionable AOL and troubled Arthur Andersen all shadow the Herndon and Reston communities where many of those employees live.
Some economists are scaling back their predictions that growth will be about 3.5 percent annually, while government economists say that growth will pick up again should the stock market rebound. Confidence is not exuding from Washington. However, politics is, as usual.
Also this summer, former representative James A. Traficant Jr., the Ohio Democrat, was expelled from Congress after being convicted of corruption charges. This week he was sentenced to eight years in prison. He was charged with accepting bribes and kickbacks and was convicted of tax evasion and racketeering. Makes some of presidents look like saints.
This summer has been so cock-eyed that even tearing down the old Citgo gas station on the corner of Elden and Station streets was pushed back at least a half-week until the demolition permits were in order. Will we ever in our lifetime get that piece of property cleaned up? Will the Phoenix ever rise from the ashes of a gas station abandoned 17 years ago?
But with all the downers of the Summer of 2002, hope still survives during this summer of great discontent.
One of the greatest of all achievements I have read about this summer, or for many summers, was the rescue and survival of the nine coal miners in Somerset County, Pennsylvania. Think, for a moment, about the odds those nine men and their rescuers faced.
They were trapped more than 240 feet underground; they had little food or drinkable water; it was black as coal down there; 50 million gallons of water were rushing into the four-foot-high burial chamber where the miners found a place to hold on¤it was only a matter of time before water filled the cavity, if hypothermia from the 52-degree water didn't get them first. The miners had accidentally breached a wall into an old mine filled with water.
Their only communications to the surface, where dozens of men rushed to save them while a weary nation watched, were weak tappings on air pipes which the rescuers could barely hear. After a while even the tappings stopped.
But it was enough for the rescuers. They started drilling a large, 2-1/2 foot rescue shaft through 240 feet of rock when the drill bit broke off about 40 feet down. The men in the chamber heard the drilling stop and wondered, only for a moment, if the men above had given up. But being miners, they know the rescuers would stop for nothing.
Success seemed unlikely. Time was the enemy. History was not on their side. But hope was. Hope was all they had. Hope is what they lived on.
"We still believe there are miners alive," David Hess, Pennsylvania secretary of environmental protection was quoted as saying during the rescue attempt. "This is a very tricky and dangerous situation, and I don't want to raise expectations."
"Coal miners are a special breed. If anybody can get them out a coal miner can," said a mine official.
The rescuers forged ahead, fished out the broken drill bit from the 30-inch rescue hole, and drilled the rest of the way into the tiny chamber, where nine cold, weak and grateful coal miners waited to be taken out one by one through the small opening.
It's not often you hear of miners being rescued against those odds, and it is because of that we could hear a grateful nation's sign of relief.
The families and other miners cried.
Hope had won over despair. And this long, hot, troubled summer finally had something to cheer about.
Hope springs eternal, and that is why this summer¤ "if God's willing and the creek don't rise"¤will soon only be one more chapter in our history books.
And that's Our Town this week.

 

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