In October of 1962, when I was eight, mom and dad piled my older sister and I into the bench seat of our pickup truck and highballed it to a nondescript hotel in Barrago Springs, CA. On the way, they stopped for ten cent vanilla frosties. We thought it was an unplanned vacation. They didn't mention anything about getting out of the blast zone. I did however get serious radiation burns from spending too much time in the swimming pool.... War is hell.
In October of 1962, when I was eight, mom and dad piled my older sister and I into the bench seat of our pickup truck and highballed it to a nondescript hotel in Barrago Springs, CA. On the way, they stopped for ten cent vanilla frosties. We thought it was an unplanned vacation. They didn't mention anything about getting out of the blast zone. I did however get serious radiation burns from spending too much time in the swimming pool.... War is hell.
That glorious age when all your parents had to do was find a motel with a swimming pool and it was a good as Disneyland.