Being on the listening end of nostalgic 1960s memories is all my generation can do, and it’s beginning to wear on me. I say that knowing we are on the cusp of a bevy of 50th anniversary milestones that were pivotal in our nation’s history: the assassination of JFK on Nov. 22, 1963, and the murder of Robert Kennedy and Martin Luther King Jr. in 1968. The next year our predecessors partied in the Catskills at Woodstock, then landed a man on the moon on July 20, 1969.

t was something to witness, I’m sure.