I wasn't at the farm yet when Encana's community relations man, Mr. Vescarelli, dropped by unannounced to show Mom and Dad his grand idea for dealing with the problems associated to the constant flow of traffic through our yard.
When I did arrive, Dad was noticeably unimpressed with the data that Vescarelli offered regarding the well information he had asked for at the June kitchen table meeting. Mom, on the other hand was pissed.
In fact she started crying when she pointed out that the safety of her family seemed to be some kind of joke to Encana. And like she told Dad and I, she couldn't believe they had the balls to use this situation as a way to further their agenda by sticking a 4'x8' propaganda sign at the end of our driveway.
"What's is going to take to ensure my grandchildren, and now my great grandson, isn't run over by some yahoo speeding through our yard? Does someone have to be hurt or killed before they take me seriously?"