You may remember my charming childhood tale of growing up next to Coldwater Creek, just at the primo time to be splashing in its radioactive waste. I just had to cross the parking lot of the condos across the street and I was in the creek. I lived there until I was twelve, when we moved into a house three miles away.
The house we moved to is the one I'm selling now, so I was reviewing Mom's documentation, and I read something alarming. Before they could build Mom's house, which is at the top of a hill, they had to clear up something that was at the bottom of the hill, and that something was a tributary of Coldwater Creek.
So, they diverted that tributary 12 years before I got there, so that's good, and moving that extra three miles put me four miles away from where they dumped the radiation, also good, but still, my bus stop was at the bottom of that hill.
I didn't spend enough time at the bus stop or in the creek across the parking lot to feel any effects. Still, creepy to think about the neighbors who lived there.