Oh, 1994, April 27. There won't be a day like that ever again. I mean, the sky was blue, with a blueness that had never been there before.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
July 2. A beautiful day for Labrador. Went ashore and killed nothing, but was pleased with what I saw. The country is so grandly wild and desolate that I am charmed by its wonderful dreariness.
Well, that day is gone, and it will not occur again.
It was one of those March days when the sun shines hot and the wind blows cold: when it is summer in the light, and winter in the shade.
And now the momentous day, a day to be forever remembered in the annals of the country, arrived. Early in the morning on the 1st of July the conflict began.
Like the assassination of JFK, everybody alive then can remember where they were that Doomsday Week of the Cuban Missile Crisis in October 1962. That Saturday, 27 October, was, and remains, the closest the world has come to nuclear holocaust - the blackest day of a horrendous week.
I grew up overnight on that day, Dec. 27, 2007.
Every day, the sun comes out and the sky's always blue. That's what I miss about Denver.
That day, my first day on the job, was September 11, 2001! I was actually being recognized by Switzerland the very day that the World Trade Center was hit.
I never know what day it is. Never, ever, ever.
You look at 1968 and it was truly the year that shook the world. The world was really completely upside down.