What are you thinking about doing... just in case?

Apocalypse Maybe Week continues here at Second Effort....

I picked up Youngest Son last evening at his frat house at South Janesville College. On the ride home, the boy pitched an idea for how he proposes to spend Friday night.

"Well," he said, "one of the guys on the team lives in Oak Park." (Youngest Son is a baseball player.) "He was going to pick me up and we were going to go to another guy's house up in Johnsburg -- you know, I've been there before -- and some of the other guys are coming, too --"

I cut him off. "So it's an end of the world party," I said. "Either the world will get trashed or you will."

"Well...."

"You can pitch it to your mother if you like, but I wouldn't count on it."

"I sort of figured."

But our discussion got me thinking. I'm pretty sure the world won't end Friday night; after all, as Jesus said, no one knows the date or the hour when the world will end, and He didn't mention any special exemption for the Mayans. On the other hand, Friday night might be as good a time as any....

What would you do?

Remember Y2K? All the computers in the world were supposed to crash at the stroke of midnight on January 1, 2000. People filled up their bathtubs and as many water jugs as they could find.

I was never quite sure why. I don't know about you, but my computer did not run on water; indeed, every computer I've ever owned has been positively allergic to water.

My mother-in-law bought a giant freezer just for Y2K and filled it with all sorts of food. Almost all of it is still in there. I wouldn't want to be the one to try and eat any of it now.

My parents told me that, at the height of the Cuban Missile Crisis, in October 1962, when the general public was clued in on the possibility that the world might end in a series of nuclear fireballs at any moment, they put me and my brother and sister to bed just like any other night. They were nervous, but they didn't want us to know fear. If the worst happened, we wouldn't have known much anyway... so what would be wrong with a last few minutes of normal?

I kind of like that approach.

I plan to home Friday night as always, probably asleep in my chair way to early in the evening... just like on every other Friday.

If the lights so much as flicker, however, I'll probably scream like a baby....