He followed me outside, picked me up and said that's where our heat is made. As long as you see smoke coming out of there you'll know we'll have heat in our house.
Did I mention I was a natural born worrier? My father's assurance didn't ease my concerns at all. All winter I'd ride the bus to school and I check to see if there was smoke. Then I'd relax knowing my mom and little brother would be warm. On the way home from school I'd check it again.
It's the Labadie Power Plant in Labadie, Missouri if any of you old friends are trying to figure it out.
It wasn't until I was much older did I realize its function and that if you don't pay the electric bill it doesn't matter if there is smoke or not. There won't be any heat in your house.
Ever worry about having heat when you were a child?
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