You know that time I told you to listen to that song over and over again? Let's try that again.
Crop circles in the carpet
Sinking, feeling
Spin me around again
And rub my eyes
In the early 1960s my mom's family owned a battery charged radio. Occasionally, when the radio would crackle my mom and her two sisters would yell to their younger sister "the Russians are coming the Russians are coming!"
None of the girls actually knew what 'the Russians' where but, they knew The United States was threatening Russia's arrival and that threat made their younger sister cringe.
I like the thought of little innocent Canadian girls in the middle of flat inhospitable land yelling 'the Russians are coming the Russians are coming'
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