The radio kept us alive. When they told us to board up and hunker down, we did it. When they told us to break and run, head for the hills, we did it. We gathered the supplies they listed, the weapons they suggested, ate the food they recommended. The music they played kept our spirits up.
We were listening when they said to find shelter now and listed the zip codes. We found a basement, rode it out. You could see the mushroom clouds from Chicago and Milwaukee from where we were.
We scrounged comfortable shoes, and walked into Kansas.
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