So here it is, The Real McCoy. The Bomb Shelter, otherwise known as my future Man Cave/Writing Lair (one of these days). It was built in 1961 around the time of nuclear threat from the Russians via Cuba (Bay of Pigs). I need to clean out the old desk and paint over the Spanish wall ballad, but other than that it's in pretty good shape... if you love black widows and other eight-legged freaks.
Above: Hand-crank air filter. That's right, if there's a nuke coming our way, I have fresh air, you don't.
Please send directions to your new house. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteIs there a bathroom?
ReplyDeleteYes, there is a bathroom. Actually it's more of a pit or hole in the ground. Better yet, a sump.
ReplyDeleteGet some carpet in there.
ReplyDeleteThat is a totally inspiring writing space...OMGoodness I want a bomb shelter too!!! Very cool!
ReplyDeleteWay to build false expectations "Blast From the Past". It's still cool though.
ReplyDelete...that is a beautiful thing! Pounding the keyboard in an actual bomb shelter? A hole to pee in? Resembling the innards of an ancient silo, having toppled years earlier? Dude, it's a story in and of itself!
ReplyDeleteI bet you can write some creepy stories in there!
ReplyDeleteMan up and get those spiders! (I understand though. My husband hates spiders. When I hear "Kelly!" I come and get a spider for him. When my daughter was two, he started her on getting the spiders too!)
Enjoy your new space!
I need to clarify. When I hear "Kelly!" after a girlish scream is when I know there's a spider. If I just hear "Kelly!" I sometimes ignore it;)
ReplyDeleteI'd like to invite Neil Gaiman over to christen the bomb shelter. I wish Edgar Allen Poe were alive.
ReplyDeleteAwesome! I of course love black widows.
ReplyDeleteVery cool. Someone put a ton of effort into that.
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