Today is the 36th anniversary of the nuclear meltdown at Three Mile Island unit-2. Just noting that fact, since it's a fact.
We lived less than 50 miles away. It was early spring. What I remember as the eeriest thing of all was the pea soup fog. Couldn't see your hand in front of your face, as if everything not within a yard of your eyes didn't exist at all, but had to be created bit by bit as you got close enough to see it. Extremely creepy.
Marking time. Thirty-six years is a long time, and I'm getting old. Such is the way of things.