I was recalling a conversation with an old college mate of mine. Maybe 20 years ago. He had built his cabin the woods and stocked it for the apocalypse. All I could think of was that his cabin will be a target for marauding gangs. I gave him six months longer to live than the average city dweller, at best.

That was 20 years ago. I haven't talked to him since. I doubt he'll admit he made a mistake.