Some of them, including my subforeman, were high much of the time, which will no doubt increase public confidence in nuclear safety. In my day, at lunch time I would go up into a maze of huge silver pipes on the roof, pull down my overalls and bask in the sun for a few hours. As there were only a few weeks left in the summer, I declined, telling him he could fire me if he liked. He let me off the hook, though part of me wishes I had done it. If only so I could have tried out that space-age silver suit.
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