IIRC it was on the late evening news, at least the announcement that the special counsel had been fired. We went completely nuts. Sort of like now.

It was a sign hung from a college dorm window.

I remember the firings and wondering what was going to happen. Nixon backed down really fast and so it never got to a constitutional crisis.

I remember being happy that a Texan was taking over as special prosecutor. Leon Jaworski was a legend. Robert Draper who is a good reporter is related to Leon Jaworski

But it was really kind of an "On it goes" event. Just "One more thing."

Sure, there were eye-popping events convincing us Nixon would be thrown out of office one day, but the biggest and most astounding event of all - and the most unexpected - was the resignation!

I would say the drip-drip-drip of one thing after another is the most heartening thing of all.

Because we did see this before!

And reports of French newspapers with headlines of "A coup d'etat in the USA!" Really, not much changed immediately. I also remember my boss at the time, a fanatic Repuke, running up and down the hallway shouting, "Pray! Pray for the Repu***can Party!"
Good times.

Guess I was too shocked to pay close attn.

Bork was later consider for SCOTUS. The firestorm opposing him took GOP by surprise. Ever since they use those hearings as an excuse for whatever mud they throw at any possible nominee even remotely left of center-right.

my mom had already tucked me in.

4 nights later, for all American forces world-wide, we were issued our winter warfare gear and prepared for deployment to parts unknown, I had a lot on my mind that week that was more related to the fallout from the Yom Kippur War.

He was replacing a professor who was on sabbatical that year. We were watching that professor's budgie as part of the deal, and by the end of the summer, that bird could tweet "Tricky Slick Dick".

Don't know if that professor and his family appreciated the political commentary.

Haele

Bow howdy, I found out why my five-quarter vehicle was mysteriously repainted desert camo from forest camo just weeks before the event. Fortunately I only had to bivouac inside an obscure Rhein-Main Air Force base hanger for ten days before being sent back to my Army camp.

Most all I knew of the Saturday Night Massacre was what I read in The Stars and Stripes, and that was pretty thin with no spin or editorializing.

I realized that this was a grave time in our nation's history. I hated Nixon.

The whole Watergate thing just seemed to drag on. I watched the first few days of the hearings expecting fire works and got bored. My younger sister kept up with the whole thing. She would eventually major in pol sci.

And if it was Saturday, I was out with my friends anyway. Didn't care about politics.

My grandmother. We drove to her house in Coral Gables for our weekly visit. The news broke when we were en route so she told us about it as soon as we entered her bedroom. My dad was outraged. He had told me since I was old enough to listen that Nixon was a crook.

I had been following the Watergate hearings every day before school (afternoon shift) but in the bedroom that Saturday night I mostly listened to my dad and Mimi. They agreed it was certain Nixon would be impeached. They were guessing weeks or a few months before Nixon was out but even at that age I had an instinct that these things take longer than projected. I remember saying it could be as much as a year. They thought I was nuts. But then as it dragged on in 1974 my dad frequently told me that he never would have believed that I might be correct.

We were on a European vacation when Nixon resigned the following August. Specifically we were camping in England, preparing for a cruise back to New York on the SS France a few days later. We listened to the actual resignation alongside a campfire on AFRTS (American Forces Radio and Television Network).