Chapter 7: The One About the Bomb Shelter

I have decided to depart from the usual formula here and use this space to throw in a quick-hitter story. This is simply because sometimes there's just brief exchanges with Spam Boy that I don't want to forget about 'and dont want to have to take the time to craft a whole story around.

As my parents live in Connecticut, my wife and I often make trips through the Springfield, Massachusetts area.

I mentioned this to Spam Boy in passing and he explained to me that his parents live there and that he often goes and visits them on the weekends.

In the course of the conversation, he suggests to me that the next time I'm passing through I should stop by and visit him at his parents so that I could see their bomb shelter.

Dead silence.

Fearing for my safety and well-being, and the fact that I might mysteriously turn up missing, I politely turned down the offer... and never mentioned my travel itinerary again.