August 1969, so I could go to Woodstock.
October 1978 or December 12-Janurary 12 1976/77 to see Frank Zappa in New York.
Any month in which (the original) Pink Floyd did the Wall in concert.
August 1974 to celebrate Nixon’s resignation.
Selfish answer: A month when nobody won a super-huge lottery, but I’d look up the winning numbers first. And take the winnings in cash.
Noble answer: Back to September 2001 to call the airlines about the hijackers.
March of 1985
The Galluadet University Deaf President Now movement.
First Major deaf civil rights movement, and comepletly peaceful.
Ironically enough, it ended on my exact birthday: March 13, 1985
Bup, out of curiosity, why your Dad at that time? It sounds like a civil rights-related thing. Hope I’m not being too nosey.
“The second week of November through the second week of December, 1954, to see how McCarthy went down.”
—Couldn’t you just ask Mrs. McCarthy? Or perhaps Roy Cohn would know better . . .
Now that was funny.
EchoKitty, no, nothing to do with civil rights.
It was the last month of my father’s life.
I wouldn’t go before then, because I hadn’t been conceived yet, and I wouldn’t want to take the chance of making myself not exist.
October 1945.
August 1945.
(If this is a double-post, I deeply apologize. I typed “October” the first time and hit “submit” before realizing my mistake.)
Well, sure, we could ask them. And now that you’ve mentioned it, perhaps we should. Ewww. I didn’t want to know that first-hand.
I have to take a shower now.
I’m with the selfish answer. I’d want to relive the last thirty days, with all the lottery results in my hand. I’d spend thirty days in a motel far from Montreal, quietly buying tickets but not cashing them in until I returned to the present. The chances of my having a destructive or paradoxical effect on my own existance would be practically nil.
Trying to stop Sept. 11 would get you labelled as a nut or a co-conspirator. I admit I might feel differently is someone I knew had been killed on that day. In fact, if someone in my life had died of something preventable, I might feel differentlly, but I guess I’ve been lucky in that regard.
Either way, I’d still go back with lottery results in hand. It might be tricky if I had to go back more than one year, since many lotteries have claim deadlines, but I’d think of something.