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2 Billy Graham's Glorious Jam
North Carolina. It was a little triangular swath of green surrounded by three streets and six-story buildings — except down Patton Avenue where there was a straight shot to the Appalachian Mountains rising high in the west.
Kissinger chuckled in his Santa Claus way. “Albert, you invented the nuclear monster and can’t be expected to know how to deal vith it too.”
“What if Russia responded with bigger nuclear weapons?” asked a woman in the audience.
Kissinger scrunched his most withering look, burning over the top of his thick black glasses. ”Ve had to be brave enough to take that chance,” he said. “Othervise civilization and freedom might haf disappeared for thousands of years.”
“Mein Gott,” muttered Einstein. “Who iz this Kissinger character, Doctor Strangelove?”
Some people chuckled. Jake smiled. He was proud of the intelligence of the crowd and excited by the spirit of the times. Many Ashevillians seemed ready to consider opposing viewpoints. They could jump between extremes such as pacifism and militarism, Republican and Democrat, or public and private with equanimity.
It reminded Jake of that strange time way back in 1990, during the first Gulf War, Bush Sr.’s war, not his son Bush Jr.’s second Gulf War. The country had an equally impressive mental agility between peace and war. Then the Gulf War bombs began dropping. America closed its mental doors on peace and fixated on war.
Jake’s revelry stopped when a short woman with a liter of Coke balanced on her head shuffled in front of the throng and somehow occupied the same space as Einstein. She