My mother was born in a small western town. Because her father was in the military she moved a lot. She rarely lived in one place for more than six months until she was eighteen years old. When the United States entered the Second World War she was three. Her father was part of a crew that flew Boeing B-17 Flying Fortresses over Europe. Her mother worked on an assembly line at a factory that built those planes. My mother was about eight when the Cold War began. She sometimes watched the...
