Places the government denied were dangerous for half a century because the cost of cleanup was immense and there were better pockets for that cash wer... suddenly on the radar.Did it matter? Of course not ... those kinds of things don't matter as long as it's not my back yard. Everybody knows poor white trash comes from the south.That old diesel switcher was so radioactive they had to build a fence around it to keep the neighborhood kids from playing on it.The mystery of it all was who picked up. Owning the only diner in town meant the family had money. More money than brains I always thought, but that would be a whole other story. For his 17th birthday, Jerry got a brand new GTO. A 1965 Pontiac Tempest GTO in metallic blue with the 389 Tri-power option. The kind of car guys like me, and most everyone else in town, could only dream about. It had factory bucket seats, the Rally cluster package with all the gauges and the first AM/FM radio I have ever seen in my life. I mean the first. As they approached the town, a slow sweet smile crept onto her face. She felt a peace in her heart that she hadn't felt since the passing of her beloved Michael. The sun was shining, and the snow capped mountains glistened in the bright sunshine. To her, it was Michael, smiling down on her, encouraging her to go on with her life, to move on with this wonderful man she had met and fallen in love with. She had mourned long enough. She reached over, and lay her hand on his thigh. His own hand left. She’s struggling to hold the tears back. “Do you think I’m ugly?” Tears are running down her cheeks now! “No darling, of course not! Why would you say that?” “Because…” It seems like she’s holding something back. “Yes, why? You can tell me honey.” I’m feeling her inner struggle. Her mouth is opening and closing slightly but no words are coming out. A few moments later she is finally bursting out: “My boyfriend broke up with me last week!” Tears are running down her cheeks, she’s sobbing. “Oh.