Engineers Swore Nothing Could Move The Sunken Rig Until An Old Man Started His Nineteen Forty Nine Wrecker

gas line. By 9:52, it was stuck. By 10:15, it was sinking. By noon, every man with a college degree on the site had said the same sentence in a different way.

“Nothing’s pulling that out.”

The rig sat tilted at an ugly angle, its front wheels still on timber mats, its rear axle buried to the hubs. Mud bubbled around the tires. The crane arm leaned over continue reading …