Today is the 30th anniversary of the meltdown at Three Mile Island. TMI remains a sobering sight as the three large reactors rise on the horizon, two of which continue to emit billowing steam clouds while the third is forever sealed and dormant.
I'll never forget that. My first wife and I had gone to see "The China Syndrome" for my birthday. The next day we heard the news about TMI and almost shit a pickle.
I was 14, living 120 miles north of the reactors, and that first night there was some talk of the possibility of evacuation. Some sense of comfort arrived when Jimmy Carter personally toured the facility in his famous high yellow boots. My aunt in Hasrrisburg hopped in the car and drove to her sister's in South Carolina. My uncle stayed put.
