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 BUCKHANNON, W.Va. (AP) - Fred Jamison still thrashes in his sleep.
Then, in the mornings, when he inspects the Sago Mine alone to make sure it's safe for the day's incoming crew, he passes the spot that haunts his dreams — the roped-off underground shrine with dried flowers, a silent and now-sacred space where no footprints disturb the dust.
It is the place where 12 trapped coal miners, some of them his friends, shared a dwindling supply of oxygen, banging frantically on a roof bolt in an attempt to signal rescuers, and dying in the dark.
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