Sunday, January 1, 2012
After the Blast 1984
What I would do if it hit(and according to my friends, since we lived near the Los Alamos National Labs, we would be sure to be a target) while I was at school? How would I get home since we lived ten miles from the city center, way to far for a nine year old to walk. What about my family? Would they be able to make it home? Probably not. The pets--what about them? If they could be enticed to join us in our crawl space under the house(where my stepfather kept a large bag of pinto beans just in case), would we then have to eat them as our food got scarce? Could I put bits of our dog Robbie in my mouth and swallow, or my beloved black gelding, Rio Grande? Who would do the killing? Would I be expected to participate? And then later, what would be left? How would I get to my friend Jennifer's house to make sure she was okay? There were no good answers to any of my questions and I was left to worry my way through the rest of my childhood, always waiting for that big, awful, shoe to drop.