We live within 10 miles of a nuclear power plant. That is not really important, most of the time, excepting the following occasions:
Noon, the first Monday of the month: the holycrap alarm sounds. Don't worry, they're just messin' with ya.
Since 9/11, about every 4 years (I think) we get iodine pills to protect our thyroid, should the holycrap alarm sound when it is NOT the first Monday of the month, at noon.
And just before Christmas, we get the Public Emergency Response Information Calendar. It's full of helpful hints for what to do in the case of a nuclear power plant-related emergency.
I just call it, "So this is it, we're going to die."
Because not only do we live within 10 miles of a nuclear power plant, we also live on a peninsula with one main road in and out. Should things go to crap, our Calendar suggests we get on the road and head south. But you know what? Everyone else got the Calendar, too. They'll ALL be going south. On the same road. At the same time. With, presumably, iodide pills in their system.
Mom says we should head north, instead, towards her. Every once in a while I explain to her that that would require we drive TOWARDS and PAST the nuclear power plant. And ain't no way I am doing that. Can't blame Mom for thinking even a major nuclear event is reason for us to bring the Grandkids up, I guess.
Eh, in the words of my grandfather, when you're number's up, you're number's up.
On the up side, now I don't need to buy a 2010 calendar.