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As a child, I remember hearing adults talk about the day JFK was shot, recounting with vivid detail where they were when they heard the news. I knew, even as a child, that the death of the president had been a historic tagedy, but sensed that there was an emotional resonance I couldn\u2019t connect with; a personal aspect that I couldn’t quite grasp. Later, I learned that many people of that generation shared a common sorrow over idealism and hope they felt died that day in Dallas. And yet, it seemed that my generation had never experienced such a visceral, unifying, moment.\nOther than distinctly recalling laying on my living room\u2019s shag carpet watching television when I heard about the U.S. bombing of Libya in 1986, I don\u2019t remember where I was during many of the great breaking news stories of the last three decades. But I can describe to you in exhaustive detail where I was the night Diana died, though I won\u2019t. Simply put, I was staying at a friend\u2019s apartment in Park Slope, Brooklyn, watching “Saturday Night Live” (Spice Girls were the guests that night).
\nAt that point, Diana had been rushed to the hospital and had not yet passed away, but I still felt this immense despondency. I was never a devoted royals watcher, so the reaction confused me. But I stood vigil at the television, taking in every iota of information. This is, I thought to myself, my JFK moment.<\/p>\n