Oddly enough, I don't recall being terribly alarmed by the Cuban thing in Oct., 1962. I think I was all wound up at that time with having to change my major at college because I was doing suck in organic chemistry. Nobody wanted to flunk out in those days, because you'd lose your draft deferment, so I switched to English Lit., which anybody can pass without "studying," I do recall seeing a lot of Knick and Ranger games at the Garden that winter, and playing a little pond ice hockey myself.