It was Sunday afternoon and I was reading the comics. My mother heard something on the radio that made her drop whatever she was doing. She stepped over to the radio and listened.

"The Japanese have bombed Pearl Harbor," she said, and then she turned up the radio. There were reports of burning ships.

I remember asking where Pearl Harbor was. I don't think I had ever heard of it. I was 8 years old at the time and, 64 years later, I remember it clearly. Later, the president came on and said that we were at war.

Many years later, I visited the site of that attack. I looked down into the murky waters of Pearl Harbor where the battleship Arizona still lies. She was one of those burning ships.

I can remember the day when Roosevelt died. I remember the day WWII ended. I remember the death of John Kennedy, and men landing on the moon, and the day the World Trade Center fell, but nothing remains quite as vividly in my memory at Dec. 7, 1941.
Howard