Alex sat in the passenger seat of Abby’s Jeep as they drove down Interstate 78 towards Pennsylvania. “It’s in his front yard. Well an acre or so to the side of the house really. And it’s there because the guy who owned the farm before him was sort of the paranoid type. He lived there during the whole Cuban Missile Crisis thing and got wrapped up in the crazy fear propaganda. Kind of sad when you think about how much he must’ve shelled out to have it built and then Armageddon never showed up.” “Yeah well if you’re right, it looks like it might be here now. So I for one am unendingly grateful to that guy for being a loony tunes Kansas militia man.” Abby chuckled. “Yeah, good point. When Jimmy moved into the place fifteen years ago Mom and I both thought the farm was going to be a massive burden to him. That didn’t stop us from living there with him though. Eventually we both grew to love it too. And now I guess that old farm is turning out to be something of a godsend.”
