but I find these landscapes immensely comforting. They remind me of a night drive Anne Quirk and I had back from Galveston to Houston, through some fairyland of lights and probably toxic gases.
I remember when the flares were all different colors. It was really pretty when you drove across the Mississippi River bridge towards Baton Rouge. There are just a few flares now and they are a safe, non-toxic blue. Tame fire.
I grew up in Baton Rouge. We toured the Esso refinery in elementary school.
I've been the editor in chief of The Horn Book, Inc, since 1996; previously editor of The Bulletin of the Center for Children's Books and a children's and young adult librarian. Received my M.A. in library science from the University of Chicago in 1982 and a B.A. from Pitzer College in 1978.
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I remember when the flares were all different colors. It was really pretty when you drove across the Mississippi River bridge towards Baton Rouge. There are just a few flares now and they are a safe, non-toxic blue. Tame fire.
I grew up in Baton Rouge. We toured the Esso refinery in elementary school.
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