They didn’t call it fracking back in November 1992, when a drilling rig exploded about a half-mile from my back door where I lived on Flagg Drive, just off Baseline. They didn’t call it fracking when the body of the worker on that rig flew through the air from the force of the blast. They didn’t call it fracking when that young man died. I don’t know if he died instantly from the blast or if he died from crashing back to earth after flying through the air. I just know he died that day. I didn’t see this tragic event that day because it was moving day. I was away from my home on Flagg Drive when the drilling rig blew up, but a friend who was helping us move saw that young man’s body flying through the air from the force of the blast. The natural gas flared after that explosion long enough for a Denver news helicopter to fly up to Lafayette and get pictures which appeared on local and national news that evening.