RADIOACTIVE DUST

I published this in 2017 but except for some leadership changes it is still, unfortunately, timely. Words like mutually assured destruction are ringing in my head.

Ravings of a Mad Southerner

It was October 21, 1962. I’m quite sure of the date. The twelve-year-old me listened intently to the adults gathered around my mother’s formal dining room table awaiting Sunday dinner. That would-be lunch in more civilized circles. Twelve-year-old Donnie was doing as I had been told repeatedly, “children are to be seen, not heard.” Despite being a pre-teen, I was unsure of my standing and decided not to chance a thrashing with a “keen hickory” at the hands of my grandmother.

The news around the table was terrifying to the pre-teen me. Nuclear weapons right down the road in Cuba. Just ninety miles from the good old US of A. An uncle, a member of the Navy reserves, was afraid he was going to be called up to help blockade the island that had become a bristling launching pad of fire and radioactive ruin. A cousin, an army reservist and…

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6 thoughts on “RADIOACTIVE DUST

  1. Thank you for sharing this again, Don.
    I remember in 1st grade “Duck and Cover” and watching the skies for planes and dropping bombs. 😦 Scary stuff for an almost 6 year old. Scary stuff still, today. 😦
    (((HUGS)))
    “People say walking on water is a miracle, but to me walking peacefully on Earth is the real miracle.” – Thich Nhat Hanh

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