I can't watch this morning's implosion of the Trojan Nuclear Power Plant's cooling tower from the ground; public access is extremely limited on both sides of the Columbia River, and people have had to camp out overnight to get nearby vantage points. This isn't like the implosion of Seattle's Kingdome back in March 2000, where the dome was surrounded by 360 degrees of easy-to-reach vantage points. And within the next few minutes, all traffic will be halted on I-5 on the east side of the river and on Rt. 30 on the west side, nearest the plant. So it's not the most accessible place right now.

So I can watch it on a big screen. I decided to take care of some errands out at my parents' place in Dundee this weekend, and they have a TV almost as wide as a loveseat is long. BIG screen. I stayed overnight out here, and made sure to wake up before the 7:00 a.m. time for the destruction.

I also can watch it in dreams. Yes, I dreamed about the pending implosion last night. I was driving madly-fast trying to get to it before it blew up. I didn't make it, but I did make it to a good vantage point, and watched it fall straight down on itself as if it were simply on a fast elevator down. That won't be how it falls in reality, but dreams and reality only have to be nodding acquaintances.