I watched Eisenhower's inaugural from my grandfather's office window at the Interstate Commerce Commission. I was stuck on the New Jersey Turnpike in a snowstorm for Kennedy's. In the summer of 1963, as a summer intern with the Federal Government, I met him at a reception in the Rose Garden and I did go to his funeral--stood in front of the White House.
As a student at Johns Hopkins U. in Baltimore, I was in the audience for Lyndon Johnson's speech in which he took us deeper into the Vietnamese quagmire:
In 1987 I was among the hoard of people crowding onto the Golden Gate Bridge for its 50th Anniversary that gave it this sag in the middle:
In 1989, I was living in San Francisco and working on Treasure Island halfway across the SF-Oakland Bay Bridge in San Francisco Bay. On October 17, I left work early to get home to watch the World Series game between the Oakland A's and the San Francisco Giants, and I was standing in my living room in front of my TV set when this happened:
The power went off, of course, so I couldn't get any news reports of what had happened, but the northern sky (in the direction of the Marina District--which lay over Pacific heights and therefore wasn't directly visible) began to glow a lurid orange. I had no water or power for the next 3 days, and a mess on the floor to clean up, and I had to eat canned food cold.
And then there was the first Gulf War--that was "the good war" for me because I was on the staff of the commodore of a destroyer squadron and we headed west to the Gulf but got only as far as Pearl Harbor when much of the fighting ended and we spent the next 6 weeks in Hawaii, me with nothing much to do (such a shame).
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