This news, as expected as it was, sent a shock through me.
I was a Cold War baby. Fidel Castro has been in control of Cuba since five years before I was born. Condemnation and distrust of the nations listed in the Communist Roster was instilled in me from my earliest awareness – on the news, in school, over the dinner table.
And yet, there’s a twisted sad nostalgia at the news…
February 19th, 2008 at 2:07 pm
2 Responses to “Confessions of a Cold War baby”
I do long for the good ole days. By comparison, Castro and his ilk who live elsewhere are far less frightening than terrorists that might be in my local mall.
Bri,
I had the same reaction. “Huh. Last of the original Commies. Life won’t be quite the same.”
Followed immediately by, “took the old bastard long enough.”
Will