Posts Tagged: Khruschev

Cuban Missile Crises at 60

  The cold war chill I caught as a child is directly connected to events that happened sixty years ago today.  The Cuban Missile Crisis gave me a case of nuclear jitters that have stayed with me ever since. Now,

Cuban Missile Crises at 60

  The cold war chill I caught as a child is directly connected to events that happened sixty years ago today.  The Cuban Missile Crisis gave me a case of nuclear jitters that have stayed with me ever since. Now,

Halloween Cold War Style

On most mid-century days, the suburban streets of my childhood were filled by a legion of door to door salesmen trafficking in fantasy. The pavement belonged to this endless parade of post war peddlers, their sample cases bulging with promises

Halloween Cold War Style

On most mid-century days, the suburban streets of my childhood were filled by a legion of door to door salesmen trafficking in fantasy. The pavement belonged to this endless parade of post war peddlers, their sample cases bulging with promises

illustration Fidel Castro cigar Mad Magazine

Castro and My Cold War Childhood

Though a half a century apart, November now marks the death of two Cold War icons. Just four days after the anniversary of the assassination of President John Kennedy, his nemesis Cuba’s Communist leader Fidel Castro has died at age

illustration Fidel Castro cigar Mad Magazine

Castro and My Cold War Childhood

Though a half a century apart, November now marks the death of two Cold War icons. Just four days after the anniversary of the assassination of President John Kennedy, his nemesis Cuba’s Communist leader Fidel Castro has died at age

vintage Halloween mask Castro

Cold War Halloween

On most mid-century days, the suburban streets of my childhood were filled by a legion of door to door salesmen trafficking in fantasy. The pavement belonged to this endless parade of post war peddlers, their sample cases bulging with promises

vintage Halloween mask Castro

Cold War Halloween

On most mid-century days, the suburban streets of my childhood were filled by a legion of door to door salesmen trafficking in fantasy. The pavement belonged to this endless parade of post war peddlers, their sample cases bulging with promises