My Memories of the Cuban Missile crisis: I was 14 years old and my father and I were doing some electrical work (he was an electrical contractor) on a rich lady's house and estate on top of one of the hills of the Los Angeles area some place like Brentwood or the top of Topanga Canyon or something like that. The lady must have been 25 to 30 years old and a rich heiress and she was shaking and she could barely speak she was so scared. She said to us that she was going to her cabin (likely a mansion) in the Sierras because she thought Los Angeles would be gone (nuked) in the next few weeks. I was a little worried about her driving her car even, she was such a mess (but very beautiful too). As she drove away I said to my Dad, "Are we going to die Dad?" And his response was (typical world war II survivor fare). "That's a bunch of BS. Don't worry nothing is going to happen." I agreed with my very intelligent and macho father but I worried that she might be right too. But, being macho was how men were then. That's just the attitude you took, just like in World War II. (Damn the torpedoes!) That's just the way American men always were then.
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