Kathy and I took a journey to an exhibit on Chernobyl, showing photographic evidence of the aftermath of the explosion at one of the area's nuclear power plants.
The photographs were excellent, and often moving.
Deserted houses, a debris-strewn shop floor, an abandoned doll, an empty Ferris wheel make the point that, despite the intervening years, much of the area is an off-limits no-man's land.
At the same time, the exhibit fails to persuade that nuclear power is a Bad Thing.
Certainly, lousy design and an inability to contain problems is a bad way to go through life, especially when radioactive materials are concerned, but freezing to death in a harsh Russian winter isn't an attractive alternative.
Other accounts of present-day Chernobyl suggest that the affected area is much smaller than initially feared, and that conditions are returning to normal. Whether or not this is true I have no way of knowing. And, of course, an exhibit such as this is under no obligation to be even-handed in presenting an issue.
Still, one cannot help but be reminded of the Bad Old Days, when Jane Fonda was constantly jetting to places and shrilling yelling about how evil nuclear power is (she was like a 1970s amalgam of Cindy Sheehan and Al Gore - virulent anti-Americanism masquerading as pacifism, and blatant hypocrisy over energy use masquerading as social activism), and masses of unwashed Young People held up "No Nukes" signs, reminding the rest of us of the perils of the U.S. college system, with its uncanny ability to mass-produce uninformed "non-conformists." Ah well, the present day has its own difficulties, I suppose.