Oh, the Trouble I’ve Heard

The man people spill their secrets to tries to work out why.

  1. Bomb Shelter was meant to teach us nuance and compromise — a welcome departure from the usual “bosses bad, workers good, kibbutz best of all” indoctrination of camp. Counselors would dress up as characters vying for salvation, and we campers would make our selections for the hypothetical bunker (in the summer of 1976, the premise still seemed entirely plausible). Each candidate was a flawed archetype: the Construction Worker was strong and young and able to sire offspring, but he was also a meathead; the Old Philosopher might have been the ideal choice for spiritual leader of the New World Order, but his advanced years meant that he was frail and probably shooting blanks; the Young Woman, her obvious fertility notwithstanding (she was sporting an advanced pregnancy of a sofa cushion under her peasant blouse), lacked education or abilities. You get the picture.

    Their presentations made, the contenders then walked around the room to address each team directly. It was like the Iowa caucu...

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