Bomb Shelter Co-ordinates
I got my wife a new GPS for her car, and it is quite a gadget. We decided to try it out, and plugged in the Bomb Shelter to see how it would react.
I guess the world is closing in on us bluegrassers ’cause the thing made a pretty good run at it. It got close, but then even its’ marvelous little computer brain began to get confused.
“Turn left,” it said. “No, right.” Then, TURN RIGHT,” followed by “re-calculate, RECALCULATE!!”
Then it resigned itself to the same as we have said for years:
“You can’t get there from here.”
I take some solace in that. For one thing, the military came up with all those co-ordinates anyway, so I have to assume the Bomb Shelter is a low priority target. More than that, it remains a place where it is socially acceptable for me and all my bluegrass friends to be a bit contrary. We have to be that to be bluegrass, and even the encroachment of all things few-fangled ain’t got us yet.
I will tell you though, for negotiating one’s way through the rest of the modern world, the thing is right handy. When it came time to go home, we plugged in our suburban address, and it was like a horse headed for the barn. It delivered us right down to the last turn into the driveway.
I reckon come Monday I’ll go back to work and re-join the conventional world, at least for a week anyway.