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For all of you who are 50 years or older,
or whose parents are 50 years or more,
or whose grandparents are older than 50 years...

...and that were also living in the USA 50 years ago,
come this Saturday October 27, 2012

CONGRATULATIONS TO BEING ALIVE !

When I put my daughter to bed, and my wife and I
eventually fell asleep on the couch after midnight
that Saturday, 50 years ago, I truly did not expect
to be would be alive the next morning.

We were living in Texas, and for the days
of the week before, I had seriously thought
about sending my wife and daughter back
to her my wife's hometown in western Montana.
But even Montana did not seem far enough away.
Doing anything seemed completely futile.

Strangely, I remember that night in black and white TV.
We were kids when it happened, but we remembered
the fire bombings of Germany and Japan.

We knew of troop mobilizations underway nearby.
Pearl Harbor was the worse to happen to the USA
until then, yet the country remained optimistic.
But we then remembered scenes from Nagasaki.

That night bode evil.

I've seen enough on Discovery and PBS to know enough to be glad I missed that one by a few years.

I was born in 64 so i missed that, but i remember being really afraid of a nuclear attack. I would hear planes at night and think it was a bomb coming. Other than that, i was and am pretty fearless...but the fear of that level of destruction still gives me pause.

I will have to ask my parents what they remember thinking.

Makes you realise, the threat posed by terrorism is pretty pissy. Oh, a plane crash! A bombing! Maybe even a biological or single nuclear strike.

How about total global annihilation in less than ten minutes? That's scary.


Kids these days, bloody sooks.

ZenGum;835598 wrote:

Makes you realise, the threat posed by terrorism is pretty pissy. Oh, a plane crash! A bombing! Maybe even a biological or single nuclear strike.

How about total global annihilation in less than ten minutes? That's scary.


Kids these days, bloody sooks.

Romney will make men out of this generation.

I was born in '64 and all I can remember being afraid of were "the kids" because my mom would say "the kids" (meaning all teens except my perfect sister) were drug -addled nut cases.

Griff;836040 wrote:

Romney will make men out of this generation.

Dead men.

:flower:

Griff;836040 wrote:

Romney will make men out of this generation.

How can we know? The man flip-flops like a fish so often that his security nickname is "Flounder".

There's a "gaff" joke to be made there.

ZenGum;836065 wrote:

There's a "gaff" joke to be made there.

Open mouth. Insert foot?

The whole aim of practical politics is to keep the populace alarmed (and hence clamorous to be led to safety) by menacing it with an endless series of hobgoblins, all of them imaginary.
-H. L. Mencken

Griff;836110 wrote:

The whole aim of practical politics is to keep the populace alarmed (and hence clamorous to be led to safety) by menacing it with an endless series of hobgoblins, all of them imaginary.
-H. L. Mencken

Oh, well. If that's the case I do it to myself already, all day, all the time.

Gaff...Is he another of the Romney kids?

For all of you who are 49 years or older,
or whose parents are 49 years or more,
or whose grandparents are older than 49 years...

...and that were also living in the USA 49 years ago,
today November 22, 2012

IT WAS 6 DAYS BEFORE THANKSGIVING

and our nation changed...
... unforgettable shock and disbelief and sadness
... remembering exactly where you were and what you were doing

On Nov. 22, 1963, President John F. Kennedy was assassinated while riding in a motorcade in Dallas.
The suspected gunman, Lee Harvey Oswald, was arrested.
Vice President Lyndon B. Johnson was sworn in as our 36th president.

I remember where I was when I heard. It was the playground of Putnam Elementary School, and I was on the monkeybars. Second grade. Afternoon recess.

The Cuban missile crisis -- I remember the grownups being upset and nervous.

I was being brought home from the hospital following my birth.