Needed to get da hell out of the 21st century so I folded time/space.

Kansas City October 24th, 2:46pm 1943~CE. 

I stumbled into an air raid drill. I forgot WW2. A cop shoved me down some stairs into a shelter. 'Colored Only'. I forgot Segregation too. Had ancestors in da Midwest back then. I looked around for family resemblances. It was just folks. Negros as we were called then. Doing our best and fighting for a better day. A few hipsters in Zoot Suits too…google them. Tho' they all eyed my NASA jacket, and Reeboks.  

After the all clear I went to a Nedicks for a hot dog, and orange drink. Ain’t had lunch in one’a them since I was little in the 60′s. Heaven. War time Kansas City. Soldiers everywhere posters for War Bonds. Real Jeeps drove by. We were united against a bigger enemy than our squabbles. 

Speaking of which. I was stopped by two white corporals at a recruiting table. Wanted me to sign up. Said there was plenty for even 'Coloreds' to do. I asked if da Army was still segregated. They stared dumb founded. The natural order questioned. Said I was a college grad so wanted officer training. One of them passed out. With that I went on my gleeful way. 

At a news stand I looked for “Fantastic Four” #1. Guy never heard of it. Seems I was twenty years early. Anyway, got a Hershey bar which was thicker ’n twice the size as ours. ...five cents! A giant bleeping B-17 bomber roared overhead. They weren't called 'aluminum overcasts' for nothing. They gave that paper hanger hell. 

My dark matter watch chimed. Went into a phone booth…changed to my secret identity. Time traveler. Warped phased or whatever back to the angry, and expensive American future.