Bad news is remembered more easily than good. The headline events I most vividly recall are almost all bad.
Pearl Harbor Day. December 7, 1941
Korean War starts. June 25, 1951
John F. Kennedy assassinated. Nov 22, 1963
Robert F. Kennedy assassinated. Jun 5, 1968
Martin Luther King Jr. assassinated. Aug 4, 1968
President Ronald Reagan attempted assassination. Mar 30, 1981
Pope John Paul II, attempted assassination. May 13, 1981
World Trade Towers attack. Sept 11, 2001
May 8, 1945. Victory in Europe Day. Very Pistols flaring over a tent city, Foggia, Italy.
August 6, 1945, ATOM BOMB headline, YANK Magazine. I expect outraged comments that I dare call the first atom bomb to explode over a city good news, and envy those who cannot conceive of how it was to be in a savage war still raging.
Aug 14, 1945. Surrender of Japan picked up on a B-17 short wave radio while flying troops from Naples, Italy, to Rabat, Morocco, on their way to the Pacific. I got out of the pilot’s seat to relay the good news. When we landed two hours later, they staggered off the plane, blitzed, bombed, blotto.
Today we pause to remember the victims of 9/11. That morning I got on my bicycle heading downtown to an appointment at a gallery on West Broadway, north of Canal, catching views of a burning tower. I arrived to learn that the appointment was canceled, biked back among people streaming north, stopped to talk to a man covered with ash. The realization sank in that after this day, everything would be different.
Heard a talk show on radio station WNYC. A 10-year-old, asked what she knew about 9/11, answered, “It’s something in the past.”