I know the human being and the fish can coexist peacefully

I received a valentine from my first love when I was eight years old.  He took pride in being "Indian";  he was Cherokee.  We spent endless days together in the summer of 1952 pretending he was Jesse James and I was his "moll", or he was Superman and I was Lois Lane.  We were oblivious to physical love.  We kissed briefly only twice... once in his darkened living room with the black and white television flickering and once when he "ran away" with my older brother to seek his fortune.

That was the summer I learned about the bomb, the mushroom cloud, and the possibility of annihilation.  He made me feel safer.  He was a Cherokee... he was Superman.  Together we were invincible.