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Ingram was at his best when things were at their worst.
He was as cool at an event as any man I’ve known.
I will forever see him; on the ladder of a chemical trailer - that was being hauled to a remote location as it was under pressure and not venting – smiling.
The trailer was full of E-432.
The tank farmers had left the lid up and it was full of rainwater, for now.
They had closed the lid and the iso was reacting with the water and the relief was plugged.
A few months before we’d had a reactor over pressure event, then a fire, with E-432.
When we were venting that reactor, I was driving a rod with a sledge to knock out the lid’s hinge pin;
An operator said, “What do we do?”
Ingram said, “Turn your back to the reactor. Begin moving your feet up and down and when he knocks that pin out yell ‘Feet don’t fail me now!’ and head out that door.”
The rest did just that, he and I laughed as we made sure they were all out before we left.
When we had five dead he was there. I wasn’t.
By all accounts of those I trusted, on Mobay’s darkest day – 31 January 1978 – he was magnificent. In charge. Calm. Rational.
With five dead or dying and most in a panic he did the best, well.
He was never able to process people who weren’t like him when the bear came. He was very hard on managers who fell apart.
He was never politically correct, even though it wasn’t a term then.
He could be brutally frank, with a smile.
He rode that trailer all the way to ECD, smiling, waving at me and Weltz - following in a pickup, enjoying the view and ignoring the rain.
He never showed concern let alone fear.
I’ll always remember him on that tanker, smiling, not caring that it could blow, just enjoying the moment.
With his death the world is smaller.
Ingram was at his best when things were at their worst.
He was as cool at an event as any man I’ve known.
Lou Martin
3 July 2017