I’ve been blessed with another grandson, my second, who arrived just before Thanksgiving. I’ve become a bit gun-shy holding him due to his explosive colonic evacuations. Today, though, I realized that being a babysitter could be a whole lot worse. See what I mean by reading this New York Times obituary for nuclear scientist Donald Hornig.
In a small shed at the top of a 100-foot-tall steel tower deep in the New Mexico desert, Donald Hornig sat next to the world’s first atomic bomb in the late evening of July 15, 1945, reading a book of humorous essays. A storm raged, and he shuddered at each lightning flash.