ツ Can you help me find my meat ball?

ツ  Can you help me find my meat ball?

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In the late 80’s, I worked a contract radioactive decon job in a shit hole town called Lima in Ohio (to read more about this town and the job, please read http://daveka.com/green-socks).

Basically, this chemical plant was using uranium dust as a catalyst to create some other material. There were two huge drums that had a diameter of about 6 feet that tapered down on both ends to a diameter of about a foot. They called them *hoppers* (I have no idea why :| ). They were both positioned vertically in a closed pipe system and within them is where the *magic* happens.

The mechanical process is pretty simple. Place several pounds of U-238 in the hopper, switch on a powerful blower that was somewhere up the system that is connected to the bottom of the hopper so the uranium dust would be swirling and suspended within the hopper’s volume, but not enough pressure to get blown out the top.

Then you release the gas into the hopper. Exposure to the swirling dust modifies the gas’s properties (don’t know what it did – they didn’t tell me that!). Since the gas was lighter than the dust, it would escape through the top of the hopper where it was collected.

The reason I was there is because *hopper presure* + *shitty weld joint* = *uranium 238 everywhere*. And I do mean everywhere. It got into the ventalation system which carried it even further into the structure which rendered the entire facilty low-level waste. They should have just buried the whole thing rather than try to save it.

Cleaning the facility creates even more contaminated waste. The tyvek suits, the gloves, the masks, and the booties become radio active waste once you’ve entered the contained area. All the rags, cleaning bottles, mops, and power tools like sand blasters, hydro blasters, and hydro-lasers and their by-products (sand and water) also become waste that needs to be dealt with. Scary stuff!

Lets talk about the power tools.

Sand Blasting generally involves a pressurized vessel that contains an abrasive material such as sand, metallic particals, crushed shells, or even baking soda and introduces it into a compressed air stream. The particals in the stream can take paint or rust off of metal surfaces and is meant to be used in dry applications.

Hydro Blasting is much like Sand Blasting except for the fact presurized water is also introduced. This proves to be a more capable approach to getting into nooks and crannies that could not be reached any other way.

A Hydro Laser is similar to the blasting tools above except for the fact it uses only H2O as the abrasive agent and that it can exceed pressures of the other two dramaticly. With the unit, you can carve *Joanie Loves Chachi* in cured concrete. There are models that are used in manufacturing that can cut through 7 inches of steel.

OK, back to *Find the Meatball*.

Since the dust particals from the hoppers was so fine, it got into the tiny pores in the paint that was on the metal surfaces. We used a Sand Blaster to strip the paint for these cases, but in the cases where there was exposed porus concrete or gravel infused tar surfaces, the Hydro Laser was the right choice. Not on full blast though :) .

One of the guys on the job with me had some experience with hydro lazing, so when the time came that we had to enlists extreme water pressure, he was the poor bastard to man the nozzle end of it. I sometimes was tasked with standing back by the compressor to verify it was being properly supplied with water and that it wasn’t overheating. I didn’t like it at all. The compressor was somtimes up to 2.5K PSI. A grave feeling would overcome me when ever I stood within 10 feet of it. Remember the first time you mowed the lawn with a gas powered lawn mower? That’s how it felt. Scary.

So, I’m watching the compressor and the Dude with the experience is peeling off a thin layer off a concrete surface. He was at it for about 30 minutes when he mentioned his arms were getting fatigued. His solution you ask? Straddle the hose between his legs and pinch the hose with his thighs so that all he had to do with his arms was to steer the stream – his legs would take on most of the work fighting the hose.

After several minutes of this *great idea*, I hear the valve coupling violently detaching itself from the hose. When I looked up I saw the guy with all the experience slowly turn around with awe and mystery on his face. He was also bleeding from his crotch area quite a bit.

After they patched him together, we came to visit him in the hospital. He explained what happend.

“Hey guys! I’m doing fine. When the nozzle seperated from the coupling, the pressure from the stream ripped through the tyvek, my jeans, my nut bag, and blew one of my nuts off! It also blew half the head of my dick off too. Wanna see?”

No shit… This guy had no shame he would show it off to anyone that wanted to see it and if you didn’t ask to see it, he would offer you the opportunity.

As we were walking out of his hospital room, he says, “Hey. Fifty bucks to anyone who can find my ball!”

When we were back at the plant, we did look for it. None of us found it. I would imagine that his nut was completly disndegrated when a 25,000 PSI stream of water came in contact with it.



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About the Author

I'm hooked on etymology, folklore, writing, live music, and making movies. I jam the axe and I'm currently learning how to beat the skins. I write cool software and meaningful screenplays. I like to drive fast with the top down in the rain with the music cranked. My tastes in TV, music, film, and literature are broad but obscure. I keep a journal, write screenplays, compose music, take many pictures, and create software. When camping at night, you can find me staring into the campfire either playing the guitar or telling a spooky story under the moonlight. I love thunder storms, Friday is my favorite day and my favorite number is 9.