Other than being born, natch...
Life hasn't been bad, and I've been lucky about when and where I've lived.
But these are what comes to mind through early adulthood.
Here are more details from the first ten on my list. More to follow!
1. Mets vs Expos ‘69
I was eight. And a BIG Mets fan. The ball game wasn’t important (though it was included in the book “The Year The Mets Lost Last Place”) - what was important was before we left for the game, my best friend’s father beat the crap out of his mother. The adults weren’t saying what was the matter, but we kids “felt the vibe” – and, of course,
They weren’t going with us, but the aftermath messed up a pretty decent lower middle class neighborhood. My best friend went in a bad direction, recovering later in life.
And my suburban “life is good” illusion was ended.
