An abiding memory is riding in dad's car as a 9-year-old in October 1962, driving by one of the taxiways of Detroit Metropolitan Airport and seeing a row of gleaming B-47s parked there, swarming with mechanics and surrounded by maintenance vehicles and armed security forces members on the perimeter. They only flew in there, I never saw them leave though obviously they did, but the knowledge they were only a few miles away from our home, "locked and cocked" should something happen in Cuba, was awesome. I have wondered what base they were dispersed from. I was only 9 and awestruck by what I had seen; I'm sure Dad, being a combat veteran, was worried about what they portended.