Looming off in the distance, less than 10 miles from my home, was a town named Shoreham. Shoreham, on the northern shore of Long Island, N.Y., really wasn't anything to be scared of by itself. In fact, it was quite nice, quiet, scenic, and affluent. However, it was what was in Shoreham that panicked me to no end. Shoreham was home to a nuclear reactor.
Life can so easily be hell in the face of reckless and partisan confusion.
And more often than not, in the local news I was able to understand at the time, there was nothing but partisan confusion. Residence in Eastern Suffolk County was a trap, a craps game with Father Time, Mother Nature, fate, and the Grim Reaper. Even though I'm no longer a child, the dark reality of nuclear power can't help but remain with me. After all, I see nothing that speaks otherwise. The fact that local communities decide to utilize nuclear power to begin with is spine-chilling enough.