What were you doing in 1969?

Trying to stop Kowalski's parents from meeting to prevent his birth and curse this world with his sad existence.

grade one.

I was 3 to 4 years old.

I wasn't even a sperm cell probably. Maybe just a set of molecules....

Waiting to be born.

Living another life?

The year I was born! I was alive for both the Moon Landing and Woodstock.

1969?
Definitely a big year for me.

I had just turned 17 in December, 1968.
Passed my Driver's test in February, 1969 (first try) - oh yeah, you had to be 17 to get one in New York City.
The first thing I did when I passed was to drive my Mom to the Emergency Room. Turns out that she had pneumonia.
Graduated High School in June -- being from the Baby Boom era, there were 1,600 kids in my graduating class.
Spent the summer at Lake Dunmore in Vermont. It was there that I watched Neil Armstrong and Buzz Aldrin walk on the moon.
Travelled to Miami in late August to see the house my parents bought a month earlier, as my Mom's doctor advised my Dad to get her away from New York winters.
My mother would spend the winters (December to April) there while my Dad would commute -- fly down on Friday evenings and fly back to N.Y. on Monday mornings.
Started college at The George Washington University in Washington, DC in September.
My dorm was on Pennsylvania Avenue and 19th Street NW, three blocks from The White House.
Had two roommates in my freshman year dorm, both of whom were named Bob.
One was from Boston and the other was from Chicago (as stated earlier, I was from New York City).
Skipped a whole bunch of classes to watch the N.Y. Mets win the World Series on TV (the games were played in the afternoon back then).
Took part in two massive anti-war demonstrations that fall.
Somehow I managed to get the grades to stay in school (I would graduate in 1973).
Sadly, Bob from Chicago dropped out after the fall semester. Too bad, cause I liked him a lot.
Drove from Washington to Miami in December for Christmas break. Turned 18 during that drive.
Spent the first of many New Year's Eves in Miami (I would eventually move from New York to Miami in February, 1982).
And so 1969 ended.