Look out your windows at your lovely, non-nuclear-winterized world, and lift a glass for Stanislav Petrov, a man who made the right call under immensely difficult circumstances. And as is customary, was punished for it.
No karate tonight as nobody but me would be there. I am amused to discover that Robbie's fifth grade friends have decided I'm the coolest Mom ever for intervening in the fight the other day. If only I'd known when I was that age that the fastest way to gain the admiration of pre-teen boys is to make them think you can wipe the floor with them!
3 comments:
Thank you, Stanislav! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!
I hadn't heard about Petrov, thanks. Wow, I'm glad he's alive!
Apppreciate you blogging this
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