Thursdays
Every Thursday I walk within 20m of a working neuclear reactor on my way to and from my office. [edited to add] That is, 20 meters from the core. I actually only pass about 2 meters from the outside wall on my way to the shuttle bus to the parking lot.
A working reactor.
About davidgreen
Hanging around with the older students in the highschool photo club, I picked up a camera purely under the influence of peer pressure of the worst kind. I got addicted. I couldn't do anything about it. This was in 1974. It was years before I got my own camera. I had to borrow, beg to use my friend's cameras. This is my sad story.
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