Had a great summer until my girlfriend's family moved 2000 miles away...then it sucked.

Led Zeppelin was the bigger of the two events for me.

It was a strange year. Following 1968 -- if I remember correctly -- it was hard to outdo what was one of the most historic years in our nation's history. But 1969 was intense.

I remember feeling bad at the end that we were going into a new decade.

I was fourteen and my mother had died quite terribly the year before. My father then volunteered to go to SE Asia and we were left with our grandparents. I was pretty unmoored. But that moon landing...I just couldn’t give up. I wanted to know where we’d go.

All in all I think I’ve panned out better than it did but all that wonderful music and curiosity and social consciousness raising did me a world of good.

I’ll be watching.

I got to see all of the bands. I was 20 and I was sure my life was have over.

I was 9 years old. We spent that summer in Syracuse while my dad was working on his doctorate. That's where we watched the moon landing, at at apartment complex called Cliff House on James Street.

I remember my mom was more fascinated by the royal event that summer and watched every bit of it. I guess it had something to do with Prince Charles. We were walking down the street when we saw the headlines about Chappaquiddick in a news rack. My dad was stunned. I leaned over and read as many words as I could to him. Then we bought the issue and brought it back to read.

My highlight that summer was playing golf all day at a 9 hole par 3 course called Sunnycrest Park. My dad would drop me off in the morning before his classes. I'd bring a bagged lunch and play by myself all day. One round after another. Then dad would pick me up and we'd have dinner back at the apartment, before returning to Sunnycrest Park for one 9 hole round among the entire family of four.

Great times. One of my fondest memories is throwing small frisbees up to our third floor apartment railing down from the parking lot level. We got the frisbees out of boxes of Quisp and Quake cereal. My sister would stand on the third floor while I threw the frisbees up to her. My aim was good but sometimes they would end up on the rooftop, or on the second floor. That was a hassle because we'd have to take the stairs and retrieve from the second floor.

There was a pool associated with that apartment building. It was surrounded by a building with a sliding door. One time I ran full blast and didn't realize the sliding door was shut. Ouch. It was never shut. I was racing to leap in the pool and instead I ended up with a face full of sliding door.

Thanks for the heads up about this program.

My memories of the sixties started getting kinda sketchy in 1965. Hell I may be the only person in the world that has no memory of the moon landing, but I can tell you all about the early exploits of the X-15.