JFK - I'm told the entire family sat in front of the tv for 4 days because there was just about nothing else on tv to watch.
I recall getting to stay up late to watch the Apollo 11 astronauts walk on the moon (and being told later that I fell asleep just 10 minutes before they did). Dad worked at the Kennedy Space Center from 1967 to 1975, so everything dealing with space was important in our household.
I know where I was when I heard on the radio about Elvis Presley's death (Bellevue-Redmond Road, approaching 156th Avenue from the NE; I don't know where I was going or why, but I know where I was *at*)
I know where I was when I heard about the death of John Lennon.
I know where I was when I heard about the murder of Playmate of the Year Dorothy Stratten.
I heard about Challenger while I was driving to work as a pharmacy clerk. I'd been watching the countdown and turned off the tv 20 to 30 seconds into the flight . . . . 2 minutes later, heard the music station I was listening to break into their programming . . . .
On September 11, 2001, I was homeless, waking up after having spent the night in my pickup truck at a small out of the way park/baseball field with a parking lot. Woke up, turned on the radio . . . .
For Columbia, I didn't hear about it until the library opened; I was still homeless . . . . although I was less than 3 months away from getting a subsidized apartment.
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Days I remember
2006-09-11 15:23 (UTC)I recall getting to stay up late to watch the Apollo 11 astronauts walk on the moon (and being told later that I fell asleep just 10 minutes before they did). Dad worked at the Kennedy Space Center from 1967 to 1975, so everything dealing with space was important in our household.
I know where I was when I heard on the radio about Elvis Presley's death (Bellevue-Redmond Road, approaching 156th Avenue from the NE; I don't know where I was going or why, but I know where I was *at*)
I know where I was when I heard about the death of John Lennon.
I know where I was when I heard about the murder of Playmate of the Year Dorothy Stratten.
I heard about Challenger while I was driving to work as a pharmacy clerk. I'd been watching the countdown and turned off the tv 20 to 30 seconds into the flight . . . . 2 minutes later, heard the music station I was listening to break into their programming . . . .
On September 11, 2001, I was homeless, waking up after having spent the night in my pickup truck at a small out of the way park/baseball field with a parking lot. Woke up, turned on the radio . . . .
For Columbia, I didn't hear about it until the library opened; I was still homeless . . . . although I was less than 3 months away from getting a subsidized apartment.