Duck and Cover

That was the last call. Aunt Rosie and the kids have left. They’re safe The rest have been accounted for. It’s just us now. Is everybody ready? I never really thought this day could come. Preparations aside, it was just a compulsive precaution. Our family, friends, will we ever see them, talk to them again? How could we have done this to ourselves? Funny, the things I think of at a time like this. I got tickets to a Springsteen concert next month. Who cares now? Six months ago, when I bought them, I still had some trust. Trust in the world, in our leaders. None of this makes sense. Do the egos of two men matter? I remember as a child the grade school, duck and cover drill. I remember the black and yellow shelter signs. That was over fifty years ago. Have we learned nothing? Come on, let’s go. It’s a bit of a drive.