(Badwater Bill) wrote snip

Ahh, Pac, don't worry about hauling the radioactive loads. The
exposure level on the outside of the package containers are so low
that you could use one for a pillow for life and never have a
significant dose. In fact you could hold it like a baby in your arms
for life and never have any adverse health effects.

Problem is, shippers don't always declare DG's and we've had cases
were leaking common 55gal drums turned out to be radioactive later.
If I can find it I'll burp it to you, where in one case the lid popped
off with a forklift and it zapped everybody around the system where it
was sitting. As well, we've had two wide-bodies burn to the ground
from undeclared flammables that somehow lit off.

Yes, it's measurable, but remember that in radiation you can measure
individual nuclei disintegrating.

Well my bonehead college physics aren't holding me in good stead here.
Are you saying that the detecting equipment, (if it's even used at
my joint) is reliable?

They weren't hovering that MD-500 in the cooling tower steam, they
were hovering over the reactor itself. There's a vent and a stack on
the Mark-IV containment vessel that can vent gas from the container to
the atmosphere. They were hovering there. It was awesome to watch.
Those poor *******s had to do an entire shift just hovering there over
that stack. Typical government flying. Make a big statement about
what you are doing to protect the environment by placing two pilots
and two physicists directly over the stack when you know that nothing
is going to come out and if it did, you could detect it instantly a
mile downwind in a diluted form that might be the difference between
life and death to the air crew if the thing really did go ape-**** and
continue to melt down even though it was flooded with water by that
time and the condition was static.

Wow.

It's amazing how much pure politics dictates how flying operations are
conducted. Image is everything! Just like the fake airport screening
that's been going on for 20 years. Mechanics and ramp agents have
been bypassing airport security all this time. They carry knives,
boxcutters and scissors into "sterile" areas all the time. Same thing
with airport caterers and fuel trucks. There are at most int'l
airports dozens of entry gates into the field and usually only the pax
terminals have metal detectors and x-ray machines.


I'll dig out my Three Mile Island photos tonight and post them over on
the Binaries files if I can find the damn things somewhere.

In the olden-days we used film and paper prints. I know that's
probably alien to you young whipper snappers, but when I do find the
photos I have in some obscure album somewhere, I'll have to scan them
to get them on the net. I'll try.

That's all I have, paper pics from a black cape drawn over the tripod
box-camera. (girlfriend used to hold up the phosphoric(?) flash on a
pole. ;-) I'm impressed that for old pharts, you and BYB understand
all this internet stuff. I'ts embarrassing that after living for six
years out on Giligan's island with one tree on it, the world has
passed me by like this. Everything's changed. I'll try in the next
couple of weeks to post some of my pics up to Binaries if I can figure
out how.


Pac. If you were 16 in 1979 then you were born in 63. I had my first
piece of ass by then buddy.

BWB

Lol! The math is correct. And that's about when I finally got laid
at 17. (impressed her by buzzing her house repeatedly with my
dastardly C-150!) But the difference in age only means that I can
run faster than you when a bear shows up (I don't actually have to
outrun the bear.) I hang out with old farts like you all the time.
Some of them are my best friends.

Stay out of those ****ing TFR's!

pac