Hairline Cracks In Fresh Plastered' title='Hairline Cracks In Fresh Plastered' />Harry and Jules. HER FATE WAS DECIDED thirty one years ago, twenty one years before she was born, in a U. S. Steel foundry in Pittsburgh. It was hairline weaknesses, slight imperfections, in three large bolts when they were cast, the result of an infinitesimal breeze unfelt by tired workers cooling the molten metal slightly too quickly. Three decades of harsh winters followed, assaulting the small flaws, freeze thaw cycles alone weakening them. Huge compressive forces torqued and twisted them as hundreds of tons of iron and steel regularly passed overhead, each event lengthening the invisible fractures buried deep inside, invisible to all but an x ray. It was a relatively light load that finally broke them apart, a single heavy engine vibrating within a specific harmonic range that, when added to the vertical and lateral stresses, caused a catastrophic failure. Engineers had calculated a safety range, allowing for the unthinkable to happen while maintaining safety, but too many years of torsional twisting and heavy pounding took their toll. On a Saturday, in mid afternoon, sunny and mild, with autumn reds, oranges and browns making a spectacular carpet of color, at a gentle curve, the hairline cracks finally spread in a sudden, total failure, three nine inch cast steel bolts shearing as a locomotive engine approached at a hefty seventy miles an hour. The heavy steel rail slipped one and a half inches laterally to the right before the strain was taken up by the remaining bolts and rail clips. It was enough. The four hundred thousand pound locomotive engine thundering into the bend slipped off the rail. Plascon FAQ. Common Queries. Click on any of the questions listed below to jump straight to the answer or ask our DIY experts a question of your own. 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One miracle occurred that fateful afternoon, one incredible surprise. Out of the wreck, out of the second passenger car, walked a single survivor, a young girl, stunned and disoriented, confused, yet seemingly completely unharmed with only a slight scratch on her forehead. Rescue workers were at a loss as to how she survived. It was a miracle they decided. Crash investigators couldnt understand how she could come through the event without being killed. It was a miracle they decided. Neither found the ugly purple bruise hidden by her thick dark brown, almost raven hair. Child services took the little girl into their impersonal embrace and started the long process of finding and notifying the next of kin. The child, in shock, spoke no words. It wasnt that she couldnt speak. It wasnt that she didnt want to speak. No. She was struggling. That hidden bruise was the only sign of a much heavier trauma, an impact that changed something inside her brain. She was scared, hearing voices but unable to see who was talking. She was confused, voices contradicting themselves the nice matronly lady telling her, everything will be okay, sweetheart, yet immediately hearing her feeling sorry for the future she was going to experience Its going to be so rough for the poor dear. She was scared. She didnt like hearing people speaking with closed mouths. There was something disturbing about it, unnatural, not right. She was confused by how, whenever they were near her, they contradicted themselves, saying one thing aloud, saying the opposite with closed mouths. She didnt understand. It confused and frightened her. Scared, alone, and frightened by the chaos around her, she retreated into the recesses of her mind. She didnt speak, afraid of everyone, strangers all. What had happened Where was Mom Where was Dad It was a chubby lady looking at her with kindness who told her without opening her mouth, Poor, dear. Both parents gone. No wonder shes not talking. Curled up, hiding inside herself, tears slipping from tightly closed eyes, she wished desperately for the world to go away, the pain to go away. Mom Dad A normally bright, outward going girl descended into her personal Hell, retreating from a harsh world, seeking solace inside herself, alone, so alone. Mrs. KennedyMary glanced up from her desk. Jack, her supervisor and head of Child Services, was standing in front of her, weak sunlight flashing off his gold wire framed glasses. YesHave we found out who the girl isHis voice was curt. Yet she knew he was a deeply caring man. Dealing with the onslaught of abused, lost, abandoned, orphaned, or rejected children took its toll on them all, a veneer of indifference developing as self protection, the only way for caring people to survive. It was now two weeks after the train crash, progress coming too slowly. Julia Dempsy. Ten years old. Apparently she goes by the nickname Jules, at least according to neighbors, Mary told Jack. Jack smiled. Any surviving relativesYes Sir. One uncle. Good. Have you contacted himThats proving to be a bit of a problem, Mary said, still feeling the frustration of trying to track the uncle down. Well get to it, he ordered. Placing children with relatives was the best of often terrible scenarios. When there was a relative available to care for a child, all the stops needed to be pulled out. Sir Mary waited for Jack to turn back, a frown on his face. He wont be available for another two weeks. Why notThe Government refused to say. Just that he was unreachable until a week next Tuesday. Jack sighed. Okay. Just make sure you pressure them every day, Mary. Government agencies have a tendency to forget, he said, adding with a wry smile, so lets not, okayYes Sir. She glanced down at the file folder on her cheap metal desk, pulled it closer, opening it. What exactly was Tactical Support Services Shed never heard of it. They wouldnt even tell her where they were located. Eighteen calls Eighteen calls bounced from person to person just to find them. Some days Mary felt like her job was hopeless. Thats it, Harry. Get out of here. I dont want to see your ugly mug for another six weeks. I GRINNED AT PETER Munk, my nominal boss and friend. He looked more tired than I felt, bags under his eyes, getting a bit jowly in his early fifties, grey streaked hair thinning up top. When are you taking some time off I asked. You look like a bag of dirt, Peter. Yeah. Fuck you very much. Get out of here. You deserve a rest. That was a good job. He rose from behind the expansive varnished oak desk, reaching out to shake my hand. Oh. Forgot. Grabbing a pink message slip, he held it out. Youre to contact Mary Kennedy. Whos sheHow the hell would I know, HarryDo you think we have time to investigate everyone that calls us Shes called every day for two weeks asking for you. He handed the message slip across. Go. I decided to stop by my office, even though I was tired, exhausted from forty eight hours of debriefing. Syria had been brutal. Striding in, I noticed a pile of paper on the small battle scarred metal desk. I compared it to the varnished empty expanse of Peters desk. It wasnt the first time I noticed the difference in accommodations fifty feet and two floors down could make. WBDG Whole Building Design Guide. The Gateway to Up To Date Information on Integrated Whole Building Design Techniques and Technologies. The goal of Whole Building Design is to create a successful high performance building by applying an integrated design and team approach to the project during the planning and programming phases. 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