Yes, on this, our national day of mourning, the date that marks the greatest tragedy in our nation's history (or so the pundits would have us believe), the date that changed EVERYTHING (or so the pundits would have us believe), I was born. Many moons ago, of course, when the only holiday/event anywhere nearby on the calendar was Labor Day--which Labor actually celebrated.
My childhood was filled with mostly ordinary stuff, although I do remember going to the only house in the neighborhood with a TV to watch the first moon landing. I do not remember seeing anything about Vietnam as a child because my parents kept the news off in my brother's and my presence, so it was many years later before I even had a vague grasp of what that war did to this country. I remember being really peeved that Watergate kept interrupting my after-school cartoons (Speed Racer, in particular), but thanks to PBS I have a life-long affection for everything muppet.
But Vietnam and Watergate had one thing in common..throughout late childhood and adolescense, I was told and it was affirmed by many around me, that the country would not stand for anything like it again (insert brief, bitter laugh here).
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