bunker Verdulum I sat in the cold, hastily dug-bunker. A flash, and a deafening blast. Nuclear winter approached overhead. I lay, content for my bunker, staring at the 21 cm thick steel plate above me. I noticed a crack. 001109 ... tourist All the rage in the late fifties. Small yeild wepons you could possibly ride out. "Alas Babylon" an excenent book, though dated. I've lived on Ground Zero most of my life. I'd never duck and cover. Instead I'd turn and Join the Light. Rather than face the slow death of Aftermath. 001110 ... edith would you like a beer, archie? 001110 ... archie well what do you think? dingbat! 001110 what's it to you? who go blather from