July 13, 1977: Where were you when the lights went out?

Yep, St. Vincent's was right on the corner, ambulances and all. But it was a 2BR with a decent bathroom and window-unit air conditioners, so it was all good.

 

Drinking beer, chasing chicks, and enjoying the then-current 18-year-old drinking age. No power outages in Michigan that year.

 

I was one day past my 6th birthday. I distinctly remember playing Cub Scout baseball at the grade school down the block. I hit a double down the right field line, and later, damn near broke my nose catching the final out of the game.

Mom and Dad was so thrilled with my athletic prowess, they quickly decided they needed to clone me, so they went home and conceived you. Wrap your mind around that.

 

I don't even think my parents were married yet.

 

I believed it happened right about 8:30 p.m. Central. All three networks suddenly threw up bar codes (in retrospect, I would've expected the old Indian head test pattern) and I was like, what the hell?

I bet there were a shitload of babies born around April 13, 1978, though.

 

Nine years old, just finished watching CPO Sharkey (a short-lived, but hysterical Don Rickles sitcom), went to take a shower, then the lights went off, and I screamed hysterically, thinking that someone was plotting to kill us all.

Fortunately, my mom, RIP, calmed me down, I came out of the shower, and sweated the night away, as I remember it being the hottest night of the summer.

 

Nice pull...

 

I knew this was a young crowd in general but it dawned on me from reading this post of how young many of the posters here are. Damn, now I kind of know what Benjamin Buttons felt like.

 

Probably spinning this record on my Pioneer PL-518 with heavy play on "Shock Me" and "Plaster Caster"



Electricity wasn't an issue in flyover country that day....

 

I really don't have any memory of this whatsoever, not living anywhere near NYC. I do, however, have a clear memory of a month later when Elvis died.