POST-APOCALYPTIC DAYDREAMS

It was a different time: kids (I was one) watched Saturday morning cartoons like Thundarr the Barbarian, in which three solidly-constructed, single-minded heroes wandered through the remains of ruined North America on mutant horses, punching their path through hordes of irradiated rat-men with laser guns. By 1981, I had already seen Mad Max 2 (under its US-market title, of course), and snippets of drive-in fare like Damnation Alley and the live-action Filmation show Ark II, which both included Wasteland Winnebagos armed with steel plating, science labs, and rough polyester upholstery.

CONTEXT IS KING

Because I fully expected bombs to start dropping any old day.