While dad was in the Air Force we spent a year in Minot; I can’t imagine how much change had to occur for this comment about the fracking to be true:
I think of how peaceful the landscape seemed and of grandpa’s old Army buddy who lived north of base (and his stories of blowing up the outhouse and burning his eyebrows off). North Dakota, in my memory, is a refuge. Now it’s on fire.
There’s a patch that looks like a big city — but there is no big city in that part of North Dakota. There’s mostly grass. So what are those lights doing there? What is that?… It turns out, yes, that’s not a city. And those lights weren’t there six years ago.