The Squirrel Queen

I don’t have kids and I don’t live near a nuclear facility, but reading this column in the Hartford Courant gave me chills. While filling out a permission form for her daughter, the writer was struck by some of the potential realities of a nuclear disaster - dealing with reuniting with her children, selecting a location to gather at (they’re officially called “reception centers”) and what to keep in an emergency kit.

By the end, all she could do was laugh with a friend about their plans.

Maybe some of the folks in East Tennessee around Oak Ridge can relate.

Compelling.