Kathy and I had a strange anniversary dinner with candles, roses, the classical music of Victoria’s Secret, and Bernard Shaw of CNN reporting live from Baghdad during the early stages of operation Desert Storm.

Prediction: Bernard Shaw wins a Pulitzer for news reporting. (Do they give Pulitzers for live reports?)

And tonight looks like another late night of watching the war. The tension is so strong that my insides shake uncontrollably, like having a high fever. Kathy bounces her foot, twirls her hair nervously, and occassionally tears up. Nicole is concerned but is spared by her early bedtime.

Tonight was equally alarming as Tel Aviv received surprise bombs that were reported to be carrying nerve gas. It was shocking as the four of us sat around watching NBC’s Michael Fletcher nervously donn a gas mask at Tom Brokow’s urging.

“Do we have a gas mask?” asked Danny.

Kathy begin trying to explain about gas masks, bad air, and how it was all far away from us. I interrupted suggesting that Danny does not have the same fearful associations that we have and probably thinks the masks are neat.

“Do you want to wear a mask?” I asked Danny.

He thought for a second and shook his head no. That surprised me.

“Why not?” I asked him.

“Because it has a BIG NOSE!” he grinned.

A sure cure for the shakes.