Three Mile Island: my place in a horror story

WHEN my sister Adi Roche mentioned (Letters, April 14) how I was living in Harrisburg during the Three Mile Island disaster in March 1979, she forgot to point out that I was pro-nuclear back then.

Nobody wishes to appear to be anti-science, and these nuclear folk marketed their product to people as providing “too cheap to meter” electricity. Some people even built all-electric homes and later froze in the harsh Pennsylvania winters after the accident.

I will never forget our terror during those days. The eerie silence of the evacuated city of Harrisburg reminded me of scenes from the old Hitchcock horror movie, The Birds.