When a 1960's radical resurfaced after hiding "underground" for more than 20 years, I became fascinated with people who live, work, and hide underground. This was a piece for six manipulators and 50 puppets. The music score was by Bobby Previte.
Bomb Shelter
CHET: I'm sure we'll be out of here any day now, gang.
(Pause)
JUNE: Of course we will, honey.
(Text by Sebastian Stuart)
Death presents itself to me like a familiar road.
As when one returns from war to one's home.
(Text from Egyptian Book of the Dead)
