It was a dreary morning in central Oregon. My parents huddled around the radio in their bedroom and talked in hushed tones. When I stumbled upon this scene I was gripped with fear. "Are the Russians coming?" I trembled. It was 1984. Despite my young age, I knew the Cold War threats full well. Less than a 1/2 mile down the road my grandparents had a multi-room bomb shelter in the basement of their house. It was stocked with freeze-dried food my dad sold to supplement his living. If there was an attack, we were prepared.
Fast forward 30 years. I live as a neighbor to the country I feared as I child. Today I sit huddled over the computer and read news reports of an invasion to the south and a growing fear of an even greater attack to the east. I find myself asking again, "Are the Russians coming?"