CAT NAP

Harry Capshaw turned the small valve on his tanker truck for the umpteenth time, sending the filthy mixture of water, sand, and toxic chemicals that he had brought with him on his 700-mile journey into the ground. As he did so, the usual pangs of guilt and planetary responsibility flooded his mind. In no way, shape, or form did Mr. Capshaw condone fracking. As a … Continue reading CAT NAP