WHITE RIVER JUNCTION, Vt. — Stepping through the darkened doorway, shaking a wet mix of snow and rain off my coat, I’m greeted by the yellow triangles of a nuclear fallout shelter symbol.

I’m in an old telegraph building, built in the 1920s. Some changes were made to the structure in the middle part of the past century, updating the building to the sterile Cold War aesthetic that’s been more-or-less maintained in the years since, like the yellow signs letting me know I can try to hide from radiation here.

That’s not the building’s primary purpose anymore. The people I encounter on the second floor aren’t waiting out a nuclear winter or sending telegraphs. They’re drawing comics.

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