So here I am, at a suite in the Plaza Hotel in Manhattan, with my wife and teenage kid.
We have good walking shoes, two day backpacks, a small first aid kit, 50 feet of parachute cord, a good flashlight, a couple days food and water in our suite, and two S&W tactical pens.
I got a lovely shotgun at the Beretta salon yesterday, but I can't take delivery of it here.
Say the OWS crowd that yesterday spray-painted "The Banks Will Burn 5/1/12" all over the place around here all turn into zombies today, and we have to flee the city.
None of us are Kurt Russell.
What do we do?




