March 11 was the one-year anniversary of the triple meltdown at Fukushima Daiichi nuclear plant in Japan following the earthquake and tsunami. Despite everything I've said about being too old for long day trips, that Sunday found me on a bus with a bunch of anti-nuclear activists - a term I dislike - headed toward a little church in Waynesboro. There, in the shadow of Plant Vogtle's cooling towers, the ladies of the Fairfield Missionary Baptist Church graciously served lunch - baked chicken, turnip greens, and cornbread - to those of us who gathered for a Day of Remembrance.