Reminds me of the air raid drills we were subjected to in middle school in the fifties. The whole school filed into a damp, mouldy Michigan basement and stood there in rows until the all clear sounded. I remember thinking, “If we’re gonna die, this isn’t where I want to do it.”
Reminds me of the air raid drills we were subjected to in middle school in the fifties. The whole school filed into a damp, mouldy Michigan basement and stood there in rows until the all clear sounded. I remember thinking, “If we’re gonna die, this isn’t where I want to do it.”