You guys are stirring up some memories for me.!
I went to Pilgrim in 81, my first time away from home, supposedly for a 3 month outage. I was finally paroled in 1986 ad haven't been back since.
Working for Chem-Nuc, we had the joy of processing, packaging and shipping over 280,000 ft3 of waste while I was there. Scabs we were. After about two years of getting verbally abused, 12 hours a day, six dats a week, I finally made peace with the union boys. Eventually, they came to sit on my front porch on Manomet Point at lunchtime to enjoy the view and down a sixer.....each. Better than having a liquid lunch in your car.
The radwaste 'truck' bay was a nuclear nightmare! When you walked in there, puffs of DE dust flew up into the air. Liners would float inside of the shields from being over-flowed. I spent hours and hours full dress and face pump in that hell-hole de-watering liners. 4,999 mr/yr. every year for three years straight, give or take a few mr's.
There was a trailer on site that was staffed 24/7. Wisp was the game, 24/7 as well, always full of players and watchers.
Anyone remember baby-powder filled glove liner bombs?
Is Dana Corbett still around?
Once I left Pilgrim after five years, I had been Best man at three weddings, and made many friends in, and mostly outside the plant, that I still try to keep in touch with. Cape Codders can be a little gruff at first, but after they take you in, your friends for life. I will always consider Plymouth my second 'home'. Did a lot of growing up there and learned a lot of things. Maybe the bad examples worked out well in the long run.
One regret, I wish I had bought three or four of those salt box houses on Whithorse Beach for the $30,000 asking price back then. I wouldn't be typing this now if I had!