All my historical memories seem to be sad, so I'll add a happy one....

Summer, 1975 - Pink Floyd concert in Milwaukee, WI. We arrived early, and it was a hot day. It later raned hard during the concert, but it felt good. As the rain let up and they were finishing "Dark Side of the Moon," the clouds parted. Out popped a beautiful full moon just above the stadium. There was a collective hush in the crowd - we all felt blessed, and baptised.