As a fourth-grader, when the siren heralded the air raid drill I dutifully crawled under my desk and put my hands over my head and didn’t move until the all-clear sounded. During the Cuban missile crisis in 1962 I was as scared as anybody that the Russians were going to bomb us to oblivion and vice-versa. Now, with North Korea and Russia and the United States bragging about their nuclear capacity, I mostly just hope for the best because there’s not a thing I can do about it. (more…) Continue Reading →
