Post by joebill on Jan 7, 2017 3:17:21 GMT
I ran across this "superfund site" while searching out information on an event that aparently "never took place" in the winter of 1978-1979 in central Il.
cumulis.epa.gov/supercpad/cursites/csitinfo.cfm?id=0200327
I had gone there at the request of a friend to take over the service department and wreckers in a very large truck stop that was nearly new, but floundering financially. Money was leaking out of it in every direction, and my primary job was to locate and stop the leaks, then put it comfortably in the black.
I had a great garage building that would hold two complete rigs, two road tractors plus at least one automobile. We had a car lift, long grease rack, pit style, enclosed office, parts room, a fleet of 4 wreckers ranging from a holmes for the cars to a Mac B61 for the semis and a couple of sizes in between. It was a perfect setup and should have been making a fortune, but there were lots of operational and personel problems that became apparent from the first time I walked through the door, and I knew it was going to take some time to straighten them out, but it could be done if the whole place didn't slither down the tubes first, which was a possibility, because almost everybody that worked there was local and felt "entitled" to do as he or she dang well pleased with whatever came their way in the course of a day.
On the other hand, business absolutely could NOT have been better. Every three days or so the I-57 would get snowed shut, vehicles in white-out conditions would run off of the road, Diesels would suffer fuel-jell and sit there getting colder and colder. Cars were helpless to climb the embankment in the snow and get back on the road. Nobody in that country had 4WD in those times, and so there they sat, waiting for the snow to stop. The weather was perfect for making money, in other words, probably the best weather for that in living memory, at least in that location, and after I did some firing and hiring, we were ready, or so I thought.
The whole truck stop parking lot would fill with vehicles until there was no way to move them around when the police shut down the interstate and my guys would have to haul fuel around to the semis in barrells on a pickup with a hand pump and long hoses to keep them chugging. Couldn't let them run out of fuel or they would be forever getting started again, and it would be our fault.
I had a constant flow of stranded drivers who had run off of the road and got rides to the truckstop coming in and getting their names on a list to be towed in, warmed up, re-started, when the roads opened up. Mostly, we could have towed them sooner, but we had no place to put them until somebody left, and nobody could leave until they opened the interstate.
There is a lot that could be written abou that time, with the local bars running out of beer, guys sleeping in shifts in my office, a mass drunk when a insulated van full of PBR was declared too near the freezing point to be sold and was opened up and a sign put on the back saying "free beer", and the aftermath of THAT, but the real story is about a call I got from the state police at Pesotum at 4 AM in the worst night of one of the storms.
The cop introduced himself as "captain" whatever, and said I had to take some wreckers to a certain milemarker and tow a loaded semi back to the truck stop. I told him that he was something like #36 on the list, and I would get back to him when his turn was getting near, but he started blustering and I told him to take it up with the general manager and hung up on him.
Half hour later, the general manager called and asked me to stop by his office in the main building for a "talk and tot" as he like to put it. (after leaving that job, I never went to a bar and ordered a drink again. he couldn't talk business without a few drinks in him and a few more on the table waiting their turn, and I couldn't begin to keep up with him or stop him from ordering three more every time I finished one.)
I went up, told him I really was too tired for a drink, and got the bad news.
The stalled semi was from "Chemical Leaman", hauling the stuff they almost always hauled, which was stuff that would kill you from reading the label.
The story from the driver and from "Captain" whatever was that the stuff on that tanker, if it got below 20 degrees F. would clear a circle with a 6 mile radius and a 12 mile circle (or was it a 24 mile circle with a 12 mile radius? Can't recall, but it was BIG!), of living things. I do not know if it was true to this day, but I DO know that "Captain" whever believed it to the very marrow of his soul, and was intent that we were to go out there and drag that tanker in, no matter what, praying all of the time, of course, that it would remain above 20 degrees.
I'll try and finish this up tomorrow....Joe