We don’t go to many movies, but we will go to “Oppenheimer.” I’m wading through AMERICAN PROMETHEUS now but will not have it read by Thursday when we plan to go. Born in 1942, I don’t remember that first bomb explosion, but there was a spate of atomic tests I do remember as I grew older. I’ll probably have something to say about it on Friday.
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