I was a wee too young to remember the assassination of President John Kennedy.
I do remember that December evening in 1980 when John Lennon was gunned down. I was watching Monday Night Football when my friend Gerard called and told me the sad news. Imagine?
Tuesday, September 11th, 2001, I woke up to the voice of NPR’s Morning Edition, Bob Edwards, delivering the news, ” A plane has hit the World Trade Center in New York City.”
Summertime 45 years ago, my parents woke me up in the middle of the night to watch men walking on the moon. “Michael,* this is a very historic moment.” they would say, aspiringly. I remember sitting in front of our black & white TV set in my feety pajamas staring through the static as those astronauts walked on the moon. And the next day I wrote about it. . .
Disclaimer* I was Michael back then, not Mike, not Woody. Michael was not much of an artist or writer, for that matter, however, an aspiring Buzz Lightyear would fit perfectly for this occasion.