Whistle far out across the harbor of some ocean liner bound for distant ports, icebergs, pirates, confetti, enchantment. But the Russians have something to do with Castro, funny hat, curly beard, smoking a cigar. So maybe Castro did have something to do with conquering space. Cuba is red. Russia is red.
China is red.
That's what they say. Little brother climbs into his chair, begins gulping down cheerios like there's no tomorrow. I'm shoveling in the eggs, toast with Welch's grape jelly, bacon, like the engineer tossing coal in an old-fashioned locomotive engine. It'll give you gas. Gas is what Dad gets in the car, what the guy in the uniform puts in with a thick black hose and funny nozzle while he wipes the windows and asks if we want to check the oil.