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.