3 years before my time. But days like these are etched into your memory if you're alive. The challenger explosion of '85, I believe, was one of the first "where were you" moments of my generation. I was a young maintenance engineer in a downtown DC office building. Just so happen, the Chicago Tribune had their DC offices in the building, and I was watching the launch. There are other days. The "unofficial" end of Vietnam.....the day Reagan was shot....the invasion of Kuwait....the space shuttle Columbia explosion on re-entry. You all get where I'm going.