I grew up in the 60s. I was only 9 years old in 1970, and I recall trying to understand what I was seeing on the TEEVEE concerning Viet Nam and such. I remember my dad watching the election results earlier, in 1968, between Humphrey and Nixon.

I vividly remember the 1969 moon landing; though, my most vivid in than 1-day-scene is of my mom, that July—a 28-year old—walking across the living room with a cold towel compress on her forehead. It was hot, I guess. Funny, the silly shit we remember….

Combine that with what was arguably a complete World War—even as touted—in the 1940’s, that my own dad almost starved from, in Germany, in the aftermath. The churning, high-risk geopolitics in play—with recently-utilzed nukes in play (Cuban deal already old), and diplomatic cold shoulders—likely out of fear of what we could actually do…already manifest in the lives of 100,000+ Japanese cooked in an instant…