Life On Mars
Hubby and I love this television show and, for those of us of a certain age, it resonates deeply. 1973 is for me a meaningful year. A marker point.
It's the year I graduated from high school, the year I started college, the year United States troops pulled out of Vietnam and the year the Watergate hearings began.
The American Indian Movement and their supporters seized the town of Wounded Knee, South Dakota. The World Trade Center became the tallest building in the world and Secretariat won the Triple Crown. 1973 was three years before I married my high school honey, and six years before I found myself divorced.
The cars, the clothes, the sideburns are so familiar that I can't believe they're gone now. So I find myself wandering through the sets and scenes of this show and looking around the sights as a tourist this time around, not as a native of the time. I hear the chorus of a long forgotten song from a car radio or bar's juke box and search for the street signs that might have helped me to navigate my way.
Please note: Fountain Square, 1970's. Sargeant Shriver at podium. Behind him, John Wiethe, Tom Luken, Theodore Berry.