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Monday, March 10, 2014, 9:00 p.m.
 

The Manor question: Westmoreland's commissioners for now have nixed consideration of leasing the county-owned Westmoreland Manor nursing home and are looking for a management company. But the door remains open to either lease or sell the facility, we're told. Given the Manor's losses — when last we checked it was reportedly operating with a $1.3 million deficit — commissioners need to get the home's operational costs in line before this county “resource” grows into a larger liability.

Mopping up: There may be no sum of money that will fully “repair” all that's been affected by a 12,000-gallon gasoline spill in Murrysville in 2008. Reportedly an improperly installed valve in a pipeline blew out, shooting fuel 30 feet into the air, coating buildings and saturating soil. But the $2.3 million in civil penalties sought by the state against Sunoco, apart from what the company already has paid since the spill, sends a clear message: For every ounce of fuel transported, a pound of safety precaution is required.

Got water?: A 12-inch waterline break in Export last week may be a harbinger of things to come as the area emerges from winter's deep freeze. Fortunately this disruption affected only about 100 customers, according to the Municipal Authority of Westmoreland County. The question is, how well will the rest of the waterworks' infrastructure hold up? Here's hoping for an uneventful thaw.

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