Pinkadon
Another pleasant day exploring Door County Wisconsin. We visited Egg Harbor for breakfast. Then off to Carlsville for the Door County Coffee Company coffee shop. Not far away was the Door County Distillery and Winery. We purchased more wine than we could possibly drink. With the holidays coming up, I am sure that will have enough help.
I could not shake the memory of email exchanges between myself and several friends of yesterday. In response to a recent blog post they wrote in support of atomic weapons. I do not pretend that my resistance to atomic weapons, and their use is a matter of reason. My visceral rejection of a weapon that can end human lives by the hundreds of thousands in milliseconds,—is a matter of taste, of aesthetic judgment. Yes, I know that sounds very strange. In addition to a mechanism for genocidal level killing, state of the art atomic weapons are planet-killers, leaving behind radiation that poisons the earth for generations. Cesium 137 has a half-life of 30 years and is highly water-soluble.
I have to conclude that those who are in support of these Earth-burner weapons live within a different reality than do I.
When I lived in Japan a friend told me that the sound of an atomic blast was “pinkadon.” At the time many A-bomb survivors were still around. I am sure they were the source of that information.
May no one now living ever hear that sound.
And that is why we cannot afford to stop talking to one another.
