Now it was 1950. A magazine we got, Scientific American, came out with a cover picture of the Earth as if seen from space, a blue and white globe uneasily suspended in blackness. I was able to read the newspapers a little by now, and from the headlines and what the adults were saying I knew we were at war in Korea. “Mommy”, I asked, “are the communists going to come over here”? “No”, she answered, “I don’t think so.” “Then why are we fighting them?” I asked.