I remember looking out my fourth grade classroom windows just north of San Francisco to see whether there was a mushroom cloud out there yet. I expected it any day. . . .
I remember looking out my fourth grade classroom windows just north of San Francisco to see whether there was a mushroom cloud out there yet. I expected it any day. . . .
I remember looking out my fourth grade classroom windows just north of San Francisco to see whether there was a mushroom cloud out there yet. I expected it any day. . . .