Sliding Off The Roof

When I was a boy, I climbed on the roof. It was made of cedar shakes made slippery by the daily rain and slime molds. I started to slowly slide down the slope. Nothing I could do would stop my slow inevitable descent to the edge. The emotions generated by this slow motion disaster unfolding reminds me of what has been happening at the six Fukushima nuclear power plants.

~ Roedy (1948-02-04 age:69)