Goodness was Jeanne Marie Laskas’s article about coal miners interesting. It’s 5 years old, but I don’t remember hearing about it before. Two snippets
When youâ€™re inside the earth, this is what it sounds like. The earth isnâ€™t some stupid rock, isnâ€™t inert, isnâ€™t just a solid mass for people to stand on. The earth is always moving, constantly stretching and squawking and repositioning itself like anyone else trying to get comfortable.
â€œDown here,â€ I said to Foot, â€œitâ€™s like youâ€™re away from all your problems. Do you think thatâ€™s part of the allure for you guys, that you escape your problems down here?â€
He looked at me, laughed. â€œThis is our problem,â€ he said.
There is good news. Every once in a while you find the good news, or hear about the good news: A glory hole! Come on over. A glory hole is a place where the â€œtopâ€ has opened up, forming a dome. Heaven. You can stand. Thank the Lord! Guys hang out in glory holes, Scotty stretching, Sparky rolling his neck around. Standing in a glory hole, you can feel your spine thank you even as you work on denying the fact that a glory hole is, technically, a cave-in, a place where the top fell down, maybe yesterday or maybe the day before.