January 1, 1987.
~ April 8, 1979. I was in my first year of grad school. I remember that whole time period as one of very low cash flow. 
Wasn’t really a problem for me, at the time, as long as nothing went wrong with my car.
Feb 7 1987 was mine. I had returned the college the previous fall and was just beginning to learn how to program.
Feb 1st 1988 and I am so not sure I did my math correctly. My kids were not quite one year old. We were pretty poor and lived in a crappy neighborhood. But we were a happy family. And the crappy Neighborhood was Coney Island with the boardwalk, beach and amusement park on one side and Kaiser Park on the other. Beautiful if you don’t mind the abandoned taxis with dead people in them.
I’m intrigued! How often did the dead-guy-in-taxi pop up?
There was a rash of robber/killings of taxi drivers at the time. The drivers weren’t killed in Coney Island but the cars were abandoned there. Because the next stop is Europe.
The Julian date calculator wasn’t working for me, so I used a calculator and crunched away. But I goofed and was a year off. It was actually January 1, 1986. Well, by now it would be January 2 or 3.