Our memories together compared to today’s zealotry
DEAR EDITOR: My memories are my recollection of the past. Disquieting. I am searching today, delving into the comparison of an off-color world (the present) compared to how I once knew it. It was 1945. I was born into a nation celebrating the victory over a Nazi regime, along with an imperial regime that committed acts of profound cruelty. The pull of a city trying to change and the American people that once celebrated they had won a war — showing that win with the love of each other, with hugs and kisses. At that time, we had a president named Harry S. Truman. He was basically ...