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LAC-MEGANTIC, Que. — The death toll from the derailment and explosion of an oil-laden freight train is expected to climb well above the one body discovered so far, police said Saturday night.
“We do expect that we will have other people that will be found deceased, unfortunately,” Sgt. Guy Lapointe of the Sûreté du Québec told a news conference. There have been reports of as many as 60 people missing, but he did not provide a figure. He said he expects the death toll to be lower than the number of people reported missing.
Flames from the burning tankers shot into the night sky as the authorities provided their update. Lac-Mégantic fire chief Denis Lauzon said a two-square-kilometre zone in the heart of the town remains too dangerous to set foot in. There are five derailed tanker cars there that could…
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I didn’t experience the excess and grandeur of this holiday as a child in the sixties and seventies on my cul-de-sac where neighbor’s activities were known to all. I don’t think any of our working-class adults wanted to encourage incendiaries particularly. Perhaps a family or two would be gone on vacation at that time. Maybe they have sky glittering memories of sweaty feasts I never would have imagined.
But, now, New Years was indeed the time for fireworks–not too many, mind you. At the stroke of midnight, the father of the household next door would hurl the lovely colors into the chilly air, calling “Happy New Year” for about five minutes. It was delightful.
I live in muggy Alabama. I consider the proliferation of fireworks I’ve seen over the years a scourge of diminished sensibilities. That smog is not beautiful. It makes some people sick. Looking back, I have fond memories of not feeling compelled to “enjoy” that on a hot summer night.