[Evans, Marv]

I remember the small underground shelters they advertised in the '50s. I always wondered what it would smell like in there after a few days of everybody sweating and pooping in those small things. I also remember getting up early in the mornings, sitting in the front yard looking east on mornings they would have a nuckear test in Nevada. We lived south of the San Joaquin Valley in a little town. When the thing went off, there was a bright flash of light followed by a sharp, short crack like a thunderclap.