Bob Bradshaw Nuclear The nuclear power plant was as welcomed as a new mall. There would be no harm to the river's fishing, the mayor boasted. Years later our catches could be chained to an ankle's bracelet. We recall when the water was as clear as gin. "No," they say. "It was always brown. We've spent millions clearing up the mess we found it in." Indignant, they ask, "Where is your gratitude? We'd have no hesitation to swim in it." We don't answer, the river gurgling. |