Mood rings were popular, as were Lava Lamps and black light posters. Picasso died. Spiro Agnew resigned. OPEC became a force and implemented that pain in the ass oil embargo. You’d see a lot of muscle cars on the streets. High School parking lots were full of them.
Remember The Louds? PBS aired what was probably the first reality-TV show in '73, An American Family.
SNL did a spoof of it later in the seventies, “The Loud Family”. Cracked me up!
I had a similar experience, except for me it was Detroit Tiger baseball games that got pre-empted by the Watergate hearings. I could have cared less about Nixon and all that at the time…I wanted to see Al Kaline, gosh darnit!
The way the current Tigers are playing, I almost pray for something, anything, to prevent anyone from having to watch their pitiful excuse for pro baseball.
Also, that was the year J.R.R. Tolkien died. (Just noticed that in my umpteenth rereading of LOTR in preparation for December’s release.)
And let’s not forget Garo Yepremian and his pass attempt that was ruled a fumble, and resulted in Washington’s only scoring!
And who could forget Comet Kohoutek? Well, besides me?
Comet Kohoutek – the widely-predicted comet that was never visible? Sheesh.
Watergate dominated the headlines. It monopolized the whole front page of every daily newspaper because the story was so astounding:
- money-laundering through Mexico
- break-ins into the psychiatrist office for Daniel Ellsberg
- dirty tricks campaigns starting in the Democratic primaries in New Hampshire
- lying, perjury and gosh *-- even sweaing – * on the tapes
- not to mention the actual break-in
Then, right after the 4th of July, Idi Amin held 112 Peace Corps volunteers hostage for 3 days. I was one of those PCVs on the way to Zaire.
I remember ignoring the Watergate hearings while playing cards with my best friend and his grandmother at her house.
It was the year I broke my foot.
Ah…good times.
In 1973, I was four.
We had shag carpet.
Mom made me wear a lot of plaid.
One year to go before I started kindergarden.
Dad was still racing motorcycles.
I played with Dad’s eight-track tapes a lot. I vaguely recall: Lobo, Neil Diamond, Bread, Cat Stevens (not yet a Muslim), and Jim Croce in his collection.
My sister and I would go to Gramma’s and run across the street to play on the swings at the elementary school there… Where we sang, “I can see clearly now” by Johnny Nash over and over and over again. I still know all the words.
Europeans ruled the world of Motocross!
A Gay Bishop? Can’t beat that!