re: #487 The Very Reverend Battleaxe of Knowledge

And the black flash curtains on the schoolroom windows. Then they were supposed to load us into school busses (FY, SpellCheck, “busses” is correct) and race the shockwave up to fucking Goldbar, with little tickets strung around our necks on manila twine so they could identify our bodies.

We lived three blocks away—my mom told me to just sneak away and come home….

But those blackout curtains were great for movies and filmstrips. It wasn’t until years later that I knew why we had had them. I don’t recall that they were going to take us anywhere. We would presumably just die quietly under our desks (not that it occurred to me in elementary school.)