The End of the World Pot Luck
It was like a wraith, a cold shadow and a feeling, a visitation before or after death and like a cat or a wolf detecting danger, my hackles rose and my mind jolted down to earth and it all came together. There had to be an end of the world pot luck and I would host it. It’s hard for me to put thoughts together because there is so much. It goes back fifty years or more. But let me start on the beach. Nevil Shute’s novel about an atomic apocalypse and the end of the world. It stayed with me. On the Beach . And then came the film directed by Stanley Kramer. It goes something like this. They’ve dropped the Bomb and all life north of the equator seems to be gone. No signal. Incommunicado. Nothing. And now radiation is slowly making it’s way across the equator, high-altitude currents gradually mixing with southern winds drifting down towards Melbourne, Australia, possibly the last place humans survive after the apocalypse. It was my home. And then they pick up an errat...