My mother, a widow, remarried on November 9, 1965. At the time, we were living in a suburb north of New York City. I was a young teen and what I remember most coincides with another significant event that day: The Great Northeastern Blackout, affecting 25 million people in seven states. Somehow my new stepfather found a restaurant in New Jersey that had auxiliary power and we were able to go out for a celebratory dinner.
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