I've known for months now that the universe wants me to notice something about 1977.  It's the most bizarre thing ever.  I thought I was going through a regular 70's phase, with the movies I'd been watching and the music I'd been listening to.  I just got on this weird kick.  But it turns out that nearly everything I'd been watching and listening to was from the year 1977, specifically.  

In 1977, I was living in the apartment I now live in.  The room I'm in right now, when I was 5.  1977 brought us Star Wars, Annie Hall, Saturday Night Fever, and Close Encounters of the Third Kind.  Roots aired.  The Concorde airplane, Three's Company, The Talking Heads, The Clash, and the Apple II debuted.

Freddie Prinze, Elvis Presley, Groucho Marx, Bing Crosby, and 3 members of the Lynyrd Skynyrd died.

Capital punishment returned to the United States.  The Son of Sam murders swept through the city.  The New York City blackout (which I thought was the end of the world) lasted 25 hours, resulting in looting and riots.

My boyhood hero, Reggie Jackson, hit 3 home runs on 3 consecutive pitches in game 6 of the World Series to give the Yankees the Championsip.

A few weeks ago, on July 7th (7-7-07), I was having a conversation with my mom about something that she remembered happening on 7-7-77, thirty years previous to the day.  We figured it was probably almost exactly to the hour at the time.

A city bus passed me the other day with an ad for something called "The Bronx is Burning".  Having been born in the Bronx, I found it intriguing.  Turns out it's a miniseries about, well, 1977.

I'd love a time machine.  But Deloreans are expensive.

Currently listening: Saturday Night Fever By The Bee Gees Release date: 10 July, 2007