If World War Three Happened Today, Wouldn't It Be Great?

I was a military brat, and grew up next to a large military base in the '80s. (Actually a few of them, but I'm thinking of one in particular.) As kids whose fathers manned the weapons of mega-destruction, we were well aware that Armaggedon was imminent through nuclear holocaust. Our proximity to the military base assured us that we would die instantly without becoming radioactive zombies -- our eyeballs would melt out of our eyesockets, we'd become ash, and our town would turn to glass.

Anyway, I read a lot of "men's novels" back then about American paramiltary specialists who survived the nuclear war and fought a bunch of ethnically-themed gangs and invading communists and fascists, usually by shooting at them with a machine gun while riding a motorcycle. "The Survivalist" series was my favorite, but "Out of the Ashes" had more explicit sex.

Paul Bryan has a nice synopsis of this bygone literary trend here.

Tango in the Night

I gave a tape of "Tango in the Night" by Fleetwood Mac to Jaime M_____, this girl about three blocks away from my house, at her 8th grade birthday party because I thought it was an "adult" album, and she had sort of dark pretty "adult" eyes, and this adult manner to her that I that was alluring. "Tango in the Night" still sounds adult to me, this weird sophisticated album about adult feelings with sheeny adult production. "Tell Me Lies" is a weird song for adults, so is "Everywhere." There was nothing teenage about the album, which I liked. I hated teenagers when I was a child and when I was teenager. They're so giggly and gleeful about being morons. Horrible, stupid acned people.

I recently bought a copy of "Tango in the Night" and listened to it for the first time. It's pretty good.