Nah, you'd probably get used to it in Kansas. Most of us did. Take all the important stuff (mostly instruments, we each had our 'assigned ones') then go back to the grill outside and finish supper. Under umbrella if necessary.

My granddad, at about age 70, flat refused to go to the basement anymore. He said, I spent my life in a 'fraid hole, and I wanna SEE one of these suckers before I die. He never did!