I thought about it today because of a video I watched. “I should finally go there. I wonder when the next public day is.”
I googled it.
The first Saturdays of April and October. Oh. That’s today. Head smack.
But I didn’t miss it. It was canceled because of the pandemic. So now the first Saturday in April goes on my mental calendar. I might remember that better because it’s just before my birthday. I can be there thinking about Hiroshima, Nagasaki, the Cold War, Khrushchev saying he would bury us, weekly and daily air raid drills, bomb shelters, the Cuban Missile Crisis, and how ten-year-old me didn’t know if he’d be around for his eleventh birthday, much less his 69th. It’s good to be alive.
Yeah Al, I remember we were comforted by ducking beneath our desks. A secure, it seemed, tiny shelter.
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