Shiny New Things...I remember my new bicycle in 1956 under the Christmas tree. Creeping down the stairs at 6 am in my pajamas and seeing a new Schwinn with red bows gleaming under the tree. Even though it was snowing outside with three inches of hard ice caked on the driveway I wanted to get out there and ride it right away in my jammies. Then there was the rush of the“new” Buick- a huge green beast crouching by the curb on 110^th Street, ready to whip off to a meeting, go shopping at the Fairway, or go on a quick spin up to Montreal. During the first six months I used the car so much I put on twenty pounds. Or how about the excitement of a new computer, bringing it home in its box , unpacking and checking cables, components and programs, looking forward with excitement to the extreme capabilities of new programs which will instantly organize schedules, write briefs, download bank accounts and create numbered exhibits on CDs. Rummy and his friends down in DC must feel like this. Type the special code and leave a hand print on the door of a hidden security elevator hidden under the flag hanging behind a desk in the Secretary's office. The elevator box descends down, down, and then jogs sideways for several yards, opening finally into a featureless gray hallway. You walk down a short hallway into a glass booth which overlooks a vast cavern carved under neath the Potomac. The giant cave is filled with shiny new things- green camouflage painted canons on giant rubber wheels, ranked behind them are larger canons with sharp caterpillar treads, Beside them, stacked rows of blunt cylinders. The are painted grey on each one is an orange symbol of three joined triangles. A whole cave full of shiny new tactical nuclear weapons, just waiting to be tried out...