John Sims moved to Tucson, Arizona, in an effort to live a more restrained lifestyle. He never imagined that it would become one of the most memorable moments of his life. It all started when the former owner of his new home told him about a worrying rumor.
Rumor had it that something was hidden on the property. John could not get the idea out of his brain, so he started digging in the backyard. What he discovered made him cringe. He did not, without a doubt, sign up for this.
The house in the mysterious backyard
John Sims had heard about a friend’s selling of a house in midtown Tucson, Arizona, and was eager to buy. Since the owner was one of his buddies, he knew he would be in good hands. But after he finished the papers, he heard of a rumor about the property from an associate.
The elders of the community claim that they believe something fascinating is hidden away somewhere in it. Though his partner was never able to solve the puzzle, John might be able to. John would ultimately discover something that would delight people all across the state of Arizona.
His insatiable curiosity won out.
As John started to organize his belongings in his new house, he couldn’t help but think back to what his friend had said. He was curious, but he was also interested. He quickly had a strong desire to solve the mysteries surrounding his new house.
After digging, John started to look about his land. John dug four different holes in the backyard before realizing there was nothing there. If he couldn’t find it under the grass, then whatever it is, it’s got to be under the bricks.
X denotes the place.
John found the construction documents of his house when he was granted access to local records. It turned out that Whitaker Pools was an unusual facility that had been built in 1961. Now that he had proof that there was something buried on the property, John was even more determined to solve the mystery.
He enlisted consultants equipped with metal detectors to help him locate it. Once there and equipped with the appropriate tools, a group investigated John’s backyard. Before long, the metal detectors began to sound. John marked the locations of the two metal detector triggers with a huge X in the chalk.
making a connection
After the consultants were dismissed, John excitedly grabbed a shovel and got to work digging. His shovel struck something metal really quickly. Finally he felt something three feet under the grass. John decided to stop and think after making some progress.
Is it possible that this was a septic tank? What would happen if he succeeded in damaging or breaking a pipe? He had to exercise extreme caution. However, the more he dug with precision, the more he sensed that something was off. He was going to solve his own garden puzzle.
Opening the hatch
John later found what looked to be the aperture of a hatch. He bent to clear some dirt, then used a pry bar to pry open the metal cover. John was cautious not to breathe in too much since he might be in contact with mold spores or toxic gas vapors.
John left the lid open for nearly a day in order to let any air from below escape and let fresh air into the structure. He also knew that the air in the little space needs to be tested for mold before entering.
It wasn’t safe.
John glanced through the hatch the next morning. A spiral staircase that led below was revealed to him. Though most would have been so happy that they would have started walking down right immediately, John wasn’t that foolish.
He knew more now. As the captain of the Rural/Metro Fire Department, he needed someone close by in case the lid fell back in. There was no way he could lift the lid from underneath on his own now that he was home alone.
Forming a group
Because of his considerable training and experience in rescuing people from tight spaces, John was aware of all the risks. He could see that the staircase was unsteady and that going into the shaft by itself would be too dangerous.
It was John who decided to form a team. He summoned some friends over to lend a hand. Some might act as spotters while others could help him with the excavation when it was safe enough to explore what was inside the shaft.
Making a strategy
The team assembled the next day and set to work creating a blueprint. They discussed the best course of action as well. One of their first acts was to reinforce and rebuild the concrete framework surrounding the steps.
They built Sonotube cardboard around the entryway to keep everyone safe while they worked. John and his team worked hard to pour concrete layers and secure the rebar inside the hatch.
It took a lot of work.
To protect the team and the hatch, John had to cover the hatch with a tarpaulin. It was starting to become too hot in Arizona. When they took pauses from the heat, they speculated about what might be down there.
We had a lot of work ahead of us in order to get the answers. An electrical line has to be constructed in order to provide sufficient lighting within the shaft and to use power equipment when needed. To bring in fresh air, a black pipe was also installed into the shaft.
figuring out the entrance
They had finally finished building the area around the structure. However, the spiral staircase presented another challenge. The steps were so corroded that it was impossible to determine whether they could sustain any weight. They needed to figure out another way inside without going up the stairs.
John had to take great care to descend the team’s ladder without cutting himself on the rusty steps. John was excited beyond belief. He was going to be the first to figure out the code. It was finally the moment he had been waiting for.
There was still unresolved business.
When they reached the bottom, John was relieved to hear they did not need to dig any deeper. Still, more work needed to be done. The tunnel ceilings’ fiberglass covering was slowly breaking down. This suggested that there was still a risk to the building.
John was shocked to discover, after a thorough inspection, that the structure was essentially undamaged despite being abandoned for nearly fifty years. Later on, even though it was unoccupied at the time, it was found to be John’s backyard nuclear bomb bunker!
starting in the era of the Cold War
It all became obvious at once. The shelter was built during the Cold War, when the United States and the Soviet Union feared full-scale nuclear war. At that point, Whitaker Pools added bomb shelters to their line of business.
Actually, there were bomb shelters on several sites around Tucson. In the case of a nuclear war, that was the best a responsible family man could do at the time to protect his loved ones.
Tucson’s historical past
Bombs and Tucson, it turns out, have a long history together. Tucson was dubbed the “rocket town” because it possessed eighteen ballistic missiles that could cross continents and destroy an area of 900 square miles.
By the conclusion of the Cold War, almost all of the missiles in the missile silos had been rendered unusable, but the government continued to keep them top secret. Most nuclear bunkers were dismantled or shut up in the early 1980s.
growing in acceptance
John shared his garden discovery on Reddit and quickly became well-known. The post has received hundreds of comments in a matter of hours. Local publications and TV shows started getting in touch to set up interviews about it.
The story was covered by international outlets such as the Daily Mail. John’s tale has also been told in Japan. Undoubtedly a noteworthy finding. Tucson locals started to fear as well, in case they had one in their backyard.
What happens after that?
The attention he received helped John make relationships with people in the community who had fallout shelters. He had the chance to ask them about their cleaning procedure and get advice on how to use it going forward.
John wants to build a museum dedicated to the Cold War, but most others turned theirs into wine cellars or man caves. After conducting a great deal of research on the Cold War era, John started collecting relics such as Geiger counters, water supply barrels, HAM radios, and sanitation kits.
His thoughts after making this discovery
“I was really hoping it was going to be a little microcosm… a time capsule full of radiation detectors, cots, civil defense boxes, and stuff like that,” John stated in an interview. Sadly, the bomb shelter was devoid of any furnishings at all.
John also talked about his extensive reading on the Cold War. He believes that the Cuban Missile Crisis was probably the primary cause of Tucson residents’ decision to construct bomb shelters in their backyards during the 1960s.
Suggestions for Tucson residents
John suggests that Tucson locals look through City of Tucson or Pima County data to see whether there is a bomb shelter located in their backyard. The information will probably be in the building permits.
John also warns everyone not to dive in too quickly when someone finds a bomb shelter in the yard. John continued by saying that it’s generally not a good idea to jump into earthly openings because the poisonous air in a tunnel or cave-in can render a person quickly unconscious.
requesting financial support
John intends to completely remodel the bomb shelter. But he didn’t have that much money. He set up a GoFundMe campaign to gather money for the renovation of his bomb bunker from the 1960s. He also planned to restore the interior in addition to the entryway.
John’s first priority was to replace the steps so that everyone could enter safely. John and the remodeling crew may now enter and exit the building safely, something he was only able to do with the money he was able to raise.
My Stepdaughter Invited Me to a Restaurant – I Was Speechless When It Was Time to Pay the Bill
I hadn’t heard from my stepdaughter, Hyacinth, in what felt like forever, so when she invited me to dinner, I thought maybe this was it — the moment we’d finally patch things up. But nothing could have prepared me for the surprise she had waiting for me at that restaurant.
I’m Rufus, 50 years old, and I’ve learned to live with a lot over the years. My life’s been pretty steady, maybe too steady. I work a quiet office job, live in a modest house, and spend most of my evenings with a book or the news on TV.
A middle-aged man reading a book | Source: Midjourney
Nothing too exciting, but I’ve always been okay with that. The one thing I never quite figured out is my relationship with my stepdaughter, Hyacinth.
It had been a quiet year — or maybe longer — since I’d heard anything from her. We never really clicked, not since I married her mother, Lilith, when she was still a teenager.
She always kept her distance, and I guess, over time, I stopped trying as hard too. But I was surprised when she called me out of the blue, sounding oddly cheerful.
A woman talking on her phone | Source: Midjourney
“Hey, Rufus,” she said, her voice almost too upbeat, “How about we grab dinner? There’s this new restaurant I want to try.”
At first, I didn’t know what to say. Hyacinth hadn’t reached out in ages. Was this her way of mending fences? Trying to build some kind of bridge between us? If she was, I was all for it. For years, I’d wanted that. I wanted to feel like we were some version of family.
“Sure,” I replied, hoping for a fresh start. “Just tell me where and when.”
A middle-aged man looking surprised while talking on the phone | Source: Midjourney
The restaurant was fancy — much fancier than I was used to. Dark wood tables, soft lighting, and waiters in crisp white shirts. Hyacinth was already there when I arrived, looking… different. She smiled at me, but it didn’t quite reach her eyes.
“Hey, Rufus! You made it!” she greeted me, and there was this weird energy about her. It was as if she was trying too hard to seem relaxed. I sat down across from her, trying to read the room.
A woman looking happy while standing in a restaurant | Source: Midjourney
“So, how’ve you been?” I asked, hoping for some real conversation.
“Good, good,” she said quickly, scanning the menu. “You? Everything good with you?” Her tone was polite but distant.
“Same old, same old,” I replied, but she wasn’t really listening. Before I could ask anything else, she waved over the waiter.
“We’ll have the lobster,” she said with a quick smile my way, “And maybe the steak too. What do you think?”
Grilled steak served on a wooden board | Source: Freepik
I blinked, a little caught off guard. I hadn’t even looked at the menu, but she was already ordering the priciest items. I shrugged it off. “Yeah, sure, whatever you like.”
But the whole situation felt strange. She seemed nervous, shifting in her seat, glancing at her phone every now and then, and giving me these clipped responses.
As the meal went on, I tried to steer the conversation toward something deeper, something meaningful. “It’s been a while, hasn’t it? I’ve missed catching up with you.”
“Yeah,” she muttered, barely glancing up from her lobster. “Been busy, you know?”
Lobster served on a black tray in a restaurant | Source: Unsplash
“Busy enough to disappear for a year?” I asked, half-joking, but the sadness in my voice was harder to hide.
She looked at me for a second, then back at her plate. “You know how it is. Work, life…”
Her eyes kept darting around like she was waiting for someone or something. I kept trying, asking her about her job, friends, anything to keep the conversation going, but she wasn’t giving me much. Short answers, no eye contact.
A woman having dinner in a restaurant | Source: Midjourney
The more we sat there, the more I felt like I was intruding on something I wasn’t supposed to be a part of.
Then the bill came. I reached for it automatically, pulling out my card, ready to pay as planned. But just as I was about to hand it over, Hyacinth leaned in close to the waiter and whispered something. I couldn’t catch it.
Before I could ask, she shot me a quick smile and stood up. “I’ll be right back,” she said, “Just need to use the washroom.”
A restroom in a restaurant | Source: Unsplash
I watched her walk away, my stomach sinking. Something wasn’t right. The waiter handed me the bill, and my heart skipped when I saw the total. It was outrageous — far more than I’d expected.
I glanced toward the washroom, half-expecting Hyacinth to return, but she didn’t.
Minutes ticked by. The waiter hovered, looking at me expectantly. With a sigh, I handed him my card, swallowing the disappointment. What had just happened? Did she really just… bail?
A server in a restaurant standing next to a customer reviewing the bill | Source: Unsplash
I paid, feeling a knot form in my chest. As I walked toward the exit, a wave of frustration and sadness washed over me. All I wanted was a chance to reconnect, to talk like we never had before. And now, it felt like I’d just been used for a free dinner.
But just as I reached the door, ready to leave, I heard a sound behind me.
I turned around slowly, not sure what I was about to face. My stomach was still twisted in knots, but when I saw Hyacinth standing there, my breath caught in my throat.
A middle-aged man looking surprised inside a restaurant | Source: Midjourney
She was holding this enormous cake, grinning like a kid who’d pulled off the ultimate prank, and in her other hand was a bunch of balloons bobbing gently above her head. I blinked, trying to make sense of what was happening.
Before I could say anything, she beamed at me and blurted out, “You’re gonna be a granddad!”
For a second, I just stood there, stunned, my mind racing to catch up with her words. “A granddad?” I repeated, feeling like I’d missed something huge.
A stunned middle-aged man in a restaurant | Source: Midjourney
My voice cracked a little. It was the last thing I expected to hear, and I didn’t know if I’d heard her right.
She laughed, her eyes sparkling with that same nervous energy she’d had during dinner. Only now, it all made sense. “Yes! I wanted to surprise you,” she said, taking a step closer and holding up the cake like a trophy. It was white with blue and pink icing, and in big letters across the top, it read, “Congrats, Grandpa!”
A cake with the words “Congrats Grandpa” written on it | Source: Midjourney
I blinked again, still trying to wrap my head around it. “Wait… you planned this?”
She nodded, the balloons swaying as she shifted her weight from one foot to the other. “I was working with the waiter the whole time! I wanted it to be special. That’s why I kept disappearing—I wasn’t ditching you, I swear. I wanted to give you the surprise of a lifetime.”
I could feel my chest tightening, but it wasn’t from disappointment or anger. It was something else, something warm.
A middle-aged man smiles while standing in a restaurant | Source: Midjourney
I looked down at the cake, at Hyacinth’s face, and everything started to fall into place. “You did all this for me?” I asked quietly, still feeling a bit like I was in a dream.
“Of course, Rufus,” she said, her voice softening. “I know we’ve had our differences, but I wanted you to be part of this. You’re going to be a granddad.”
She paused, biting her lip, like she wasn’t sure what my reaction would be. “I guess I wanted to tell you in a way that would show you how much I care.”
An excited woman standing in a restaurant | Source: Midjourney
Something in her words hit me hard. Hyacinth had never been the one to open up, and here she was, trying to bridge the gap we’d had for so long. My throat tightened as I tried to find the right words. “I—I don’t know what to say.”
“You don’t have to say anything,” she said, her eyes locking with mine. “I just wanted you to know that I want you in our lives. My life. And the baby’s life.”
A woman is overcome with emotions while standing in a restaurant | Source: Midjourney
Hyacinth let out a shaky breath, and I could tell this wasn’t easy for her. “I know we’ve had a tough time, Rufus. I wasn’t the easiest kid. But… I’ve grown up. And I want you to be part of this family.”
For a second, I just stared at her, my heart swelling with emotions I hadn’t let myself feel for years. The distance, the tension between us — it all seemed to fade in that moment.
A happy middle-aged man standing in a restaurant | Source: Midjourney
I didn’t care about the awkward dinner or the silence from before. All I cared about was that she was standing here, in front of me, giving me this incredible gift. “Hyacinth… I don’t know what to say. I never expected this.”
“I didn’t expect to be pregnant either!” she said, laughing, and for the first time in years, it wasn’t forced. It was real. “But here we are.”
A woman smiles while looking at someone in a restaurant | Source: Midjourney
I couldn’t help it. Something inside me broke free, and I stepped forward, pulling her into a hug.
She stiffened for a moment, probably just as surprised as I was, but then she melted into it. We stood there, holding each other, balloons bouncing above us, cake squished between us, and for the first time in a long, long time, I felt like I had my daughter back.
“I’m so happy for you,” I whispered into her hair, my voice thick with emotion. “You have no idea how much this means to me.”
A middle-aged man hugs his stepdaughter in a restaurant | Source: Midjourney
She pulled back slightly, wiping her eyes, though she was still grinning. “It means a lot to me too. I’m sorry I’ve been distant. I didn’t know how to… how to come back after everything. But I’m here now.”
I nodded, not trusting myself to speak just yet. My chest felt like it was about to burst, and all I could do was squeeze her hand, hoping she understood just how much this moment meant.
A middle-aged man smiles while standing next to his stepdaughter | Source: Midjourney
She smiled, glancing down at the cake between us. “We should probably get out of here before they kick us out,” she joked, her voice lighter now. “This is probably the weirdest granddad announcement they’ve ever had.”
I chuckled, wiping at the corners of my eyes with the back of my hand. “Yeah, probably.”
We grabbed the cake and balloons, and as we walked out of the restaurant, something inside me had shifted.
A cake with the words “Congrats Grandpa” written on it and balloons | Source: Midjourney
It was like all those years of distance, of feeling like I didn’t belong in her life, were gone. I wasn’t just Rufus anymore. I was going to be her baby’s granddad.
As we stepped into the cool night air, I looked over at Hyacinth, feeling lighter than I had in years. “So, when’s the big day?” I asked, finally letting the excitement settle in.
She grinned, holding the balloons tight in her hand. “Six months. You’ve got plenty of time to prepare, Grandpa.”
A woman holding balloons smiles while looking at someone | Source: Midjourney
And just like that, the wall between us crumbled. We weren’t perfect, but we were something better; we were family.
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