Mad Man tonight....

I started crying all over again....

even though I was born years later and it was always a historical event and not "real" to me.

What a show.

... and it was better than I imagined it. Barbet Schroeder directed. We cried. Yes, brought it all back.

I can't wait! Last weeks episode was incredible (the scene between Betty and Don). I think I know what's coming, but it's an episode earlier than I thought. :cry:

For me it brought back memories of other things, because I'm not old enough to have a good memory of this.

broadcasts were jumping around, flipping and going zig zag because of atmospheric interference...

That was what was so real.

The line that I loved was hen Peggy told Don that hew mother had sucks all the emotion from te room so there was none for anyone else...

that it is such an incredible line...

An the Small snippets of cover stations that we shouldn't hear.

What also go to me was Betty saying it didn't matter if you like him or not he was our president.

How may people would be able to say that now and truly believe it.

The Black woman sitting down with Betty and the family to have a smoke and no one acted as if that would matter in that particular moment.

...I could remember where I was, what I was doing & who I was with every time they changed the image on TV. (chills) I didn't want to relive all that... it was bad enough the first time... :-(

I thought last week's episode was powerful, and this week's was even better. Gave me the chills. Can't believe that next week is the end of the season. I want more. NOW.

...about the dude in the head office calculating how much ad revenue would be lost because of the coverage...

I worked in a factory, only seventeen, and the owner made everyone eat lunch at the factory, made those who knew about the president's assassination not tell anyone else (they would be fired if they did) and we did not know until we got off work.

I came out of the factory and it was drizzling rain and so dark that I could not see anything. My older sister, who also worked at the factory, drove up to the door to get me and she told me what she had just heard. We had an older woman riding with us and she went to pieces when she heard. I remember the ride home, the streets were flooded from the days rain and we could only go about 10-15 mph. It seemed to take forever to get home. My mother was waiting at the door and she told us everything that had happened that day.

My mother and us stayed home from church on the Sunday that Oswald was killed and witnessed his being shot on TV live. I will never forget it anymore than I will forget the day Kennedy was killed and those days following. Tonight was a hard night to watch, but it was good in a way to relive it and feel the pain again.