Cuban Missile Crisis

As we waited for the president’s speech that night in 1962, I wrote about Death (capitalizing it, teenager style) in my diary. “PRESIDENT GRAVE” was the sub-head in the New York Times, under the eight column headline.

And the next day, of all days, we had one of those crazy air raid drills at school – out in the hall, crouched by our lockers, arms wrapped around our necks.

Glenn Beck cries and says those were simpler times. I’m not so sure.

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