The tunnel in the above image leads to the generator room, where all the juice for my father’s fallout shelter is made. (For background, click here.)
The well pump isn’t really the subject I had in mind when I took this photo. I was looking more at that old flannel jacket. My father was wearing it the very first day of the shelter cycle, when he embarked on his twenty-year journey to tame the future. He still wears the old jacket when he’s in the shelter — because it really gets cold down there.
So here he is: my father. Looks pretty normal, doesn’t he? So, with everything you’ve read and seen, what do you think of him?