In 1983, nuclear explosions devastated my hometown, Kansas City, Missouri, in the made-for-TV film The Day After. The movie frightened me when I first watched it circa 2000. Not so dated that the mind couldn’t compensate, inky mushroom clouds spliced with real nuclear test footage still proved frightening. But the

I remember the first time I noticed the “Nuclear Free Zone” signs suspended directly above the Berkeley City Limits markers as you enter town, and I remember finding them peculiar and kind of unnecessary. There are no nuclear bombs or nuclear power plants anywhere near the City of Berkeley, so