Door number one or Door number two
Door number one or Door number two
The Nuclear Dance

As a boy I learned the dance of my life. It was called Duck and Cover. Always remember if you see a flash in the sky Duck and Cover. Hug the curb or hide under your desk to be safe until you find shelter. It was so simple. Any grade school child knew what to do.

In the mid-century our goals and enemies were clear. We were masters of the world. The red star, whether it was planted in the East or off our Caribbean shores was what we had to fear. It was a simple binary choice before the personal computer.

All we had to do was remember which door to enter.


Author: Ken

Avid photographer and old guy technologist.