Hell is rising from the ground.

Another story from the past.  This morning the old lard got up wandered to the executive suite with headphones on and listening to music. Music was playing at random.  Kadizzle listened to a song he had never heard before called Coal.  The lyrics of the song spoke of a coal mine fire.  In West Virginia and Pennsylvania once in awhile an underground mine would catch fire.  It was impossible to put these fires out.  The burnt underground for miles. How they got air was a mystery.  Back when Kadizzle was a young fellow working in southern West Virginia he had to travel the coal towns preaching safety the coal miners.  Distinctly Kadizzle remembers driving into one small coal town.  It was a sight like no other.  From cracks in the street, from nowhere in peoples yards rancid smoke rose in little wispy columns. Under the town was mine on fire.  The town looked like what you would think of as hell. The town stunk of sulfur.  Southern West Virginia must have been cursed with coal. Coal brought money, but it brought every bit as much misery.  Driving through some oil area you could say the same thing.