(no subject)
[Boston police patrolman Frank] McManus picked up the call box and began his report to headquarters. A few words into it, he heard a machine-gun-like rat-tat-tat sound and an unearthly grinding and scraping, a bleating that sounded like the wail of a wounded beast. McManus stopped talking, turned, and watched in utter disbelief as the giant molasses tank on the wharf seemed to disintegrate before his eyes, disgorging an enormous wall of thick, dark liquid that blackened the sky and snuffed out the daylight.
Yesterday was the anniversary of the tragic Boston Molasses* Flood of 1919.
*Don't know what molasses is? In some places it's known as treacle. See also Wikipedia.
Yesterday was the anniversary of the tragic Boston Molasses* Flood of 1919.
*Don't know what molasses is? In some places it's known as treacle. See also Wikipedia.