Eddie and Kay, circa 1950, Nick's in Greenwich Village
When the news of the day seems particularly big, I wonder what my parents would think about it all. They’re dead, and gone with them are all the stories and family lore that I only half-listened to when I was younger. Rattling around in my head are half-remembered snippets of conversations about their childhoods in the Great Depression, long-ago presidents and wars, those scary Beatles with their rock and roll, pulp fiction and radio dramas. They lived through World War II, the atom bomb, the invention of television, Vietnam, hippies, Watergate, pet rocks, disco and the bad old 70′s, the Cold War, the Iranian hostage crisis, recessions and more.
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