Story

The story of FunderBunker begins with a sister, a brother, and a very silly word.

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One day, a sister and a brother were doing what they always did--fussing about this and that and that and this--no resolution in sight.

 

When suddenly, the agitated brother exclaimed: "Oh, FunderBunk! That's what this is--a FunderBunk!"

 

To which his sister replied: "That makes no sense at all!"

 

To which the brother said: "That's the point. It ... doesn't ... make ... sense."

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With that, their grumbly grimaces turned into smiles.

And, they discovered the power of the silly to turn the grumbly into the ... less grumbly.

 

Little did the brother know, that years later his sister, planning a great escape from her golden cage, would use that word for the concoction of creative things she did--things she daydreamed of as she sat in an office on the 33rd floor of the big building on the corner of the big street in the big city.

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And so FunderBunker became the name of those things, then of a person, then of a place--a place where creativity and those who relish it could thrive. (And thrive they do.)