Something was wrong.

It was a snowy night. Ideal. For my mom. To pull me on a sled. Through the neighborhood. In Chicago. To see the Christmas lights and decorations. When we came home.  Dad excitedly summoned us. To the radio.  To hear the news. I was six years old. I didn’t yet understand the significance of that historic moment. On Dec. 7, 1941. But I knew that something was wrong. Mom and dad were visibly shaken. --Jim