For me, 1973 was horrid. My sister was murdered on New Years Day. My father was run down and killed by a drunk driver on Good Friday. The Reds lost to the Mets in the play-offs and we had to move in December away from my school, my friends and the only life I ever knew.
I do not look back fondly on 1973.
There is bad and then there is BAD.
Sorry brother
Hope the following years brought you more solace..
Well, it was the year I was conceived. :-P
Oh, my heart goes out for you.
Reminds me of 1981. My oldest sister was murdered by her husband, I lost my job, my wife and I split up.
I pray things went better for you since.
Yom Kippur war....Watergate....our family being evicted at Christmas time...dad jailed....yeah I didn’t like 1973 myself!