An Escape Rocket In 1964

Fine November evening in 1964, when rocket ships were in vogue. This one was no different, except it had been built by my family As an escape device, in case the Cold War became a hot one. We were afraid of Russia, of course. And the atom bomb. A dragon sky of many hues winked in the distance; She was blowing fire to the west, in the form of a sunset Our red ruby rocket stood ready, in full launch mode. All we had to do was add fuel and push the button. Will we land in Saturn or Mars? We wondered. But Daddy was silent. He said not to worry, but this was the sixties. People were assassinated. The mist upon the turquoise lake gave me a feeling of calm. Surely the Russians were not going to push the button tonight. Right?