Bunker Mentality

Years ago a woman I knew lived in a bunker on the coast of Rhode Island. She put up little Christmas lights and moved her cats in. Bill and I visited her. She gave us a tour. The building looked like a classic New England shingle style home on the outside but inside it was made of thick walls of cement painted gray and white. The cellar had huge underground classrooms. There was (now considered old fashioned) radio equipment everywhere and the back of the building had shallow horizontal windows for spying on the horizon. I am in the bunker mentality now and I will be until the global threat and his henchmen are all removed from Washington.