March 24, 2024
We have all had personal seminal moments. Seminal moments are things such as books, works, events and experiences that have had a great influence on one’s life. It could have been the day you graduated from high school or college; the day you got married or had your first child; the day you had your first hole-in-one. These are moments that you will never forget. You can recall vividly almost everything that happened during those events. Everything else may be a blur, but those events stand out in sharp relief.
Seminal moments happen in the public sphere as well. Unfortunately, they seem to be happening less and less because of the balkanization of information. Our experiences are become unique because we separate sources of information and news feeds. Seminal moments in our country’s history are the moments that we came together. These are moments that we can remember where we were, what we were doing, and who we were with.
On a beautiful Friday afternoon on November 22, 1963, I was attending a football rally at Malden Catholic for our big game against Catholic Memorial. We were gathered in the courtyard when the festivities were interrupted by an announcement. President Kennedy had been shot. Anyone who was alive at that time can tell you everything about that day, and the days that followed. Lee Harvey Oswald, Jack Ruby, Walter Cronkite, the school depository, the puff of smoke, and more. We came together as a nation in our collective horror and mourning.
For many months in 1963, adolescents around the world were playing the music created by four young men from Liverpool, The Beatles. On February 9, 1964, they made their first appearance on The Ed Sullivan Show. The Ed Sullivan Show was already the TV show that every American watched on Sunday nights where we saw and heard everyone from Maria Callas to Topo Gigio. On that Sunday night, almost all Americans huddled around their black and white TV sets to watch what would become a cultural phenomenon.
In the 60’s, the United States was in a space race with the Soviet Union. They launched Sputnik, and it was off to the races. President Kennedy made landing a man on the moon a national priority. In the summer of 1969, on July 20th at 8:17PM to be exact, the world watched as Commander Neil Armstrong descended the ladder from the Apollo 11 lunar module, stepped foot on the moon, and said, “One small step for man, one giant leap for mankind.” It is a day seared in the memories of anyone who witnessed this great achievement, and it brought a country together that was dealing with assassinations, the Viet Nam War, and civil unrest.
August 16-18, 1969, was billed as three days of peace and music in upstate New York. It was Woodstock. All the best rock groups of that era would be there. The promoters were totally unprepared for the onslaught of over 400,000 people, and the New York Throughway was closed. It was a different kind of seminal moment in that if you can remember being there, you probably weren’t. I was there with my girlfriend, and we still have the tickets to prove it.
On October 19, 1987, I was working for Shearson Lehman Brothers on the 101st floor of Two World Trade Center. It was a Monday. The stock market dropped 22% that day creating worldwide losses of $1.71 trillion. It was totally unexpected, and was only dwarfed by the Great Recession of 2008. There were many reasons for the crash including portfolio insurance hedging, but those of us in the business and anyone with a stake in the markets will remember the feeling of helplessness as the markets went into free fall.
If you are a Red Sox fan, with deference to Carlton Fisk, there are two dates etched in your memory, October 2, 1978, and October 27, 2004. In 1978, I was in a friend’s apartment with a bunch of guys who were taking a break from work to watch the Red Sox-Yankees, play-off game. All I can say is Bucky “Freakin’ Dent. On October 27, 2004, the curse of the Bambino was lifted forever as the Red Sox swept the Cardinals in the World Series.
On September 11, 2001, I was in my office in Winter Park, FL going through my daily routine with the TV on in the background. Everyone was soon glued to what was happening and what would become the deadliest attack in U.S. history. The United States and the world would never be the same again.
On a day in March of 2020, we were on the first week of a month long trip to Florida when all hell broke loose. Wherever you were, you had a similar experience. COVID was officially out in the open. Plans were canceled. Everyone headed home to shelter in place.
Seminal moments, whether joyful or tragic, can bring us together as a country. We need more seminal moments like the moon landing and The Beatles, and fewer of the likes of 9/11 and COVID. Seminal moments are hard to predict, but they are predictable in that there will be more of them.