It's nice to see all our notions of civil pandemonium in the face of a nuclear attack have been confirmed.
The Hawaii nuclear screw up also provides unique insight as to how one get's my job.
Lemme explain.Via Caleb Jones, a Honolulu based AP reporter, we have a first hand account of the alert:
It was a beautiful Hawaii morning: nice breeze, blue skies, birds chirping. Then terror struck.
We were up early, my daughter and I, because this Saturday morning was her first day of ice skating lessons, a day we had been talking about and looking forward to for months.
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We got her skating clothes on and tacked up the living room, and I was just about to hop in the shower when, around 8:07 a.m., my phone started the aggressive, long pulsating tone that normally accompanies a flash flood or other warning.
Emergency Alert: "BALLISTIC MISSILE THREAT INBOUND TO HAWAII. SEEK IMMEDIATE SHELTER. THIS IS NOT A DRILL."
And finally:
My plan was to make it to a Target in Kailua and shelter there. Plenty of food, strong structure, far from a likely ground zero. I had my laptop and everything I needed for work and figured I would be able to do my job and hopefully protect my daughter.
That's right, people. Jones grabbed his laptop and then ran for the hills with his daughter. One can flee to safety in the face of a nuclear attack and report the event. That's reporting, that's writing.
We've written for a few hours in the morning and then buried close relatives.
Three times we've grabbed our laptop and then taken ourselves to the emergency room.
We've had a 95 percent arterial blockage cleared via balloon and stent then cranked out a couple thousand words.
That's how one becomes a writer.
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