I was in college and we spent that fall, winter and spring in peace marches and vigils - we were sad and scared and furious.
And then, at a college about the same size as mine about an hour away, on this day, 50 years ago, soldiers in the federal army - the National Guard - shot and killed kids just like me who were protesting - just like I was doing that day.
It was horrible and terrifying and unbelievable. That college - Kent State - emptied out and many of those students came to my school to stay with us. They brought more terror and fear. It was a horrible horrible spring.
I'm also remembering another life event - this one in 1981 which was joyful except I was horrible. I was married (another chapter in which I play the villain) and my husband was a newspaper reporter. He was on a small team of reporters who, that year, won an actual Pulitzer Prize. This year's Pulizers were handed out today, which is what brings this to mind, but in years past they were mostly awarded in early April.
My husband's group knew they were nominated and that they would find out on this particular evening. So there was a giant party planned for the announcement - if they lost, it would be a 'an honor to be nominated party' and if they won... I should have been there by his side.
Instead, it was opening night of the baseball season and I had season tickets and I was in my seat at the ballpark when he got the word he had won. I did have a beer in celebration.
I sucked so much at being married.
I've written about both these things at least once each and probably more but I'm thinking about them each a lot today.