I was 15, living in Queens, New York (I now live in the Mile High City of Denver - ROCK!!), and the Mets were on their way to the World Series and a championship (in the Fall of that year). Omega rocks, I am half-Swiss and had an aunt who worked for the big 'O' in Bienne. I had a Seamaster, solid back, and everything fell out of the front of the watch one day (you don't give an Omega to a fifteen-year old!). Wish I still had it. Now I have a Speedy with the 1164/ETA-Valjoux 7750 movement, and have had and sold 2 Seamasters (2255.80), and if I sell my Speedy I might actually buy (oh no!) a Rolex Sub. Co-axial (8500) doesn't have me convinced (yet). Anyway, I remember the moon landing and all that, simply amazing (even more so than the freakin' Mets). We were fighting a war in Vietnam (hell no, we won't go...), Woodstock wuz happening somewhere (peace and love..), and high school sucked, except for the girls, cool.
Enjoy! =:^D