Greetings from the bunker

... the Miller-Shipley bunker that is. Gracie is sound asleep in her bedroom upstairs here in Lynchburg, and Barbara and I are about to turn in here in the underground bedroom Dennis built in the basement.

As y'all probably know, we're here for the funeral of Barbara's grandmother Marie. This bedroom is part of her legacy. A few year's back when Marie's health was heading south, it looked like she'd have to live with Dennis and Jean — maybe for the rest of her life.

So Dennis set about converting the basement into a second house, so Marie would have her own space, but still be close enough if she needed help. Fortunately her health improved and she was able to move into her own home again after a few years. But the slow transformation of basement into second home continues.

I put in a few hours tonight working on Barbara's room to make it a little more liveable for her this week while she helps out. I'm probably headed to Richmond on Tuesday for a day or so, making this week an ideal time for my girls to spread a little sunshine.

But tonight, we're in the bunker, safe from tornadoes, hurricanes, nukes, and other disasters. How safe? Dick Cheney has a condo on this block. And irony of ironies, I get better Internet and cell phone service here a few meters below ground than I do three stories up back home.

Go figure....

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