Driving By Limerick by Joseph Farley
Passing the cooling towers, I ask the engineer riding shotgun, “Are we out of the kill zone yet?”
“The kill zone?” he asks.
“For the meltdown,” I say.
“Oh,” he says. “Let me tell you, if that goes, it will take the surrounding five counties with it. You’ve lived your whole life in the kill zone.”
Maybe it’s good to know this little fact, then again, maybe I should have kept my mouth shut while I was still dumb and innocent and lived in a house by a stream and not a wasteland in the far corner of the neighboring county.