It seems everyone who lived through the Sixties remembers where they were when Martin Luther King and JFK were assassinated. People who lived through the Seventies all seem to remember where they were the day Nixon boarded Air Force One for the last time after resigning. Those of us who lived through the Eighties all remember where we were on January 28, 1986. I was in math class when the principal’s voice came over the intercom. She said she had some very bad news—the Space Shuttle Challenger had broken apart and exploded shortly after taking off, killing all seven passengers, including teacher Christa McAuliffe. When we all gathered in the gymnasium to watch the crash together, I remember being relieved. It was just TV.
Just added to The List and the Story: Against the Eighties