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Scott Nolan only met Lee Robinson a couple weeks before, and under much more casual circumstances. But that afternoon of their second meeting they had business to discuss.
The two men walked to Manhattan Beach Pier — a coincidence, they explained, when I laughed and pressed them for the story. And I guess that did check out. It was warm out for November, and Scott’s wife was almost nine months pregnant. His family lived in the area, and he didn’t want to stray too far from home, so it was just the obvious spot. Scott’s an engineer, after all. Quiet, focused, methodical. A kind person, a good man. But I’ve known him for 15 years, and he’s never struck me as particularly sentimental. Still, for an American nuclear startup, and at so precarious a moment for the country?
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