Speaking of thermonuclear war ...
I was looking at comments on the post below when I had a fond memory.
Wichita, 1966: I saw the neatest room I could imagine.
We visited relatives who had an actual, way-underground fallout shelter, and this 8-year-old couldn’t believe how cool it was.
From their basement, there was a steep stairway leading down to a small room with a vault-style door. Inside were four bunkbeds, a hand-cranked air circulator, dry and canned food, bottles of water, a chemical toilet, some battery-powered lanterns, lots of batteries and a handful of board games.
What a great clubhouse! How cozy! Can’t you just picture Mom cranking the air circulator with one hand and rolling dice with the other for a lively game of Yahtzee? Who would ever want to leave?
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