I remember attending anti-nuke protests on the National Mall with my parents, circa 1980. Some of the imagery still sticks with me, e.g. a banner of a giant skull in a mushroom cloud. I sure thought we were all gonna die, for incomprehensible reasons.
Now I live with an unaccountable optimism. We're not dead yet! And since we failed to ignite the atmosphere on July 16 1945, every day is a gift.
I remember attending anti-nuke protests on the National Mall with my parents, circa 1980. Some of the imagery still sticks with me, e.g. a banner of a giant skull in a mushroom cloud. I sure thought we were all gonna die, for incomprehensible reasons.
Now I live with an unaccountable optimism. We're not dead yet! And since we failed to ignite the atmosphere on July 16 1945, every day is a gift.
I remember attending anti-nuke protests on the National Mall with my parents, circa 1980. Some of the imagery still sticks with me, e.g. a banner of a giant skull in a mushroom cloud. I sure thought we were all gonna die, for incomprehensible reasons.
Now I live with an unaccountable optimism. We're not dead yet! And since we failed to ignite the atmosphere on July 16 1945, every day is a gift.