The Shelter: Book 1, The Beginning

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order to get our country back on its feet. If we go to war against Russia or China, we could lose many of our import and export markets. Think about the number of imported products which could have parts and support cut off. Almost all of our consumer electronics come from China or someplace else in Asia. If they close the faucet for parts and new products, no one will be able to get new TVs or computers until new factories are built here. When our existing products break, they’ll be useless without parts. It could be years before new factories are built. Parts will be in short supply or simply not available. I want to make sure we have extra computers, televisions and two-way radios stored away. I also want to build a small Faraday cage to protect our spare computers and portable backup drives. I want to store replacement parts for almost everything we use.”
     
    “What are you going to do if nothing happens?”
     
    “Then you get to laugh at me while we live in a 7,000 square foot house. One large enough we can play hide and seek in. We’ll also have a basement full of parts we can sell on eBay for 15% of what we paid for them. Even if we lose another $500 to $750,000, we’ll still have over $22 million left to live on. If everything improves and I’m totally wrong; say we end up throwing everything away, we’ll still have more than enough to live on. We’ll have enough that the kids and grandchildren will be set for life too. Frankly, I’d rather have something we need and not need it than need it and not have it.”
     
    “OK, I’m not used to having money.”
     
    “I know it feels strange to be spending as we are. Lacy, we’re going to be OK. I think the timing of our win couldn’t have been any better.” The ringing phone interrupts us. I check the caller ID, smiling, I answer, “Hello Fred, what’s new?”
     
    “Jay, Cheri and I talked about what you offered us, how much will we have to pay you back a month?”
     
    “Fred, nothing in the winter, since you’re not growing anything, the spring, summer, and fall will be a sliding scale based on your crop yield and the market price.”
     
    “You know, you’re one crazy SOB.”
     
    “Yeah, I am, what do you think?”
     
    “I like it, it’s the best deal and the most farmer friendly deal I’ve ever seen, we called the bank, we offered them $700,000, they turned us down.”
     
    “With your permission I’ll call. I have a different tack I’d like to try with them.”
     
    “Go ahead. Have fun.”
     
    “Fred, I’d like you to check with local companies who can install solar panels on both of our homes and build a couple of windmills.  I’d also like a few additional wells dug and security bars installed over our windows.”
     
    “Expecting a storm?”
     
    “You might say, I’m expecting an economic storm from the European collapse.”
     
    “My sons say the same thing.”
     
    “We’re going to get along perfectly.”
     
    “What else should I be doing?”
     
    “I want to have an external four car garage built and, by the way, how’s your barn?”
     
    “I know people who can build the garage.” Laughing Fred continues, “My barn is falling apart, I think it's forty years old.”
     
    “Get a quote to rebuild it, Fred, get quotes for a solid barn, based on a steel infrastructure and the walls made of preformed concrete or steel reinforced concrete. I’d also like to get quotes for fire suppression systems for our homes, your new barn, and the garage.”
     
    “You are expecting trouble.”
     
    “I just want to make sure we can’t be burned out.”
     
    “Jay, I’ll get right on it and call you tomorrow night.”
     
    “Night Fred, give our best to your family.”
     
    Lacy asks, “How did he take it?”
     
    “I think he’s smiling, sounds like his sons’ are thinking along similar lines.”
     
    While we’re getting ready for bed, 1,300 miles away in Sammi’s house, Ricky was saying, “Did I ever tell

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