When I was a kid in the late 1960s and early 1970s, I lived in fear.
I mean it.
What I was afraid of was a flash in the distance, the tearing of pressure winds, the bowling-alley sound of an atomic detonation.
Tonight, I feel like that again.
For a while, I haven’t worried about that; I thought there was a chance that the world had learned its lesson.
But an hour or so from now, an deadline given by Russian forces will expire, and Russia and Ukraine may well be at war.
Here we go again.
Take a look around ya boy, it’s bound to scare ya boy.