That summer was a tumultous one for me - 17 years old, just out of high school and excited and also very nervous about leaving home for my first year of college, and very, very hard to get along with for my parents and family. In a snit about some inane something or other, I had declined to go with the rest of the family to the home of close family friends for supper and to watch. I lay on my parent's bed watching the broadcast on their little black and white portable TV. Much to my disappointment and chagrin, I dozed off and missed the live broadcast, awaking a bit later to watch the rebroadcasts. To this day, feel like I cheated myself out of watching history as it happened.