Well, OK, it’s a headline from sixty-two years ago today, but who’s counting?
I’ve already said, here and elsewhere, that in the event of cataclysm, disaster, nuclear catastrophe, holocaust, or anything else, I’m heading for the chicken coop.
Most resilient and steadfast structure on the property. I know. I built it.
Not sure there’s anything else so important I can’t live without it.
Good luck, the rest of you!