When I was a young boy growing up in Buffalo, New York, my parents would go to church every Sunday. And afterwards, they liked to go to a restaurant -- The Park Lane, in Delaware Park, where their wedding reception was even held. It was quite fancy, but, like many things in Buffalo, it, too, fell on hard times. It was a place, though, where they liked to take the whole family.One day, at this particular time I'm remembering, I was in middle school -- maybe high school age, even -- and we all went there for Sunday dinner. And while there, my parents stopped whatever conversation we were having, got our attention, and pointed out the table where they were sitting on the day when the news came ... the news that Pearl Harbor was attacked: December 7, 1941.The news, they said, just seared everybody in the room, jolting people out of their chairs when somebody exclaimed, "we have just been attacked!"