After I mentioned it earlier this week, a reader asked -- seriously, I think -- if I had been to the fair.
The 1939 New York World's Fair.
I wrote back and inquired, "Just how old do you think I am?"
Got no response.
That fair was almost 80 years ago. So I would have to be, well, pretty old.
As it happens, my mother was in New York City that summer, doing some sort of specialized training to become a nurse. (Most of her training had been in Philadelphia.) She went to that fair several times. But she wouldn't meet my father until U.S. involvement in WWII was well underway several years later.
When my dad was in South Korea during 1967, my mom and I went to Expo '67 in Montreal. So there's that.
I was 12. So I guess that means I am fairly old. Just not 1939 World's Fair old.