There goes the neighbourhood?
Just a moment ago I looked up and saw that thing that Canadians of my barely-post-boomer generation still fear in the pit of their stomach.
I don’t mean a dangerously unbalanced American with a real shot at becoming the next President of the United States. (Trump would make what—at least four of those in my lifetime?)
No I’m referring to the momentarily convincing mushroom cloud that I saw in the northern sky over the 1400 block of West Broadway Avenue.
The one that’s since turned into a giant Smurf hat.
When I looked up from my breakfast and saw it, there was that instant shock of recognition—like seeing a celebrity in the flesh that you’ve known all your life.
But of course, I never thought for an instant that it was the real thing.
When I was young, I was given to expect that all-out thermonuclear heck would be accompanied, at the very least, by frantic radio announcements, air raid sirens, shouting in the streets and a good deal of ducking and covering.
These days I would certainly expect some advance notice and indignation from Twitter. Click the image to enlarge it.