True story: I’ve always had a bit of a morbid streak and I used to play “nuclear survival” with the other kids on the street when I was a kid. Actually, it wasn’t so much child’s play as a reaction to the “living will envy the dead” fatalism of our parents’ generation. Somewhere in that basement there may still be some stockpiled supplies of food and water. (Not that I’d touch the **** after all these years.)
But some of you folks are starting to make me look like a hopeless optimist 🙂
Just remember … if you stockpile MREs, stash some Metamucil as well!
