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This is one of those situations where people remember the gist of an event, but they don't clearly remember the exact details. I was a high school kid living i

This is one of those situations where people remember the gist of an event, but they don't clearly remember the exact details. I was a high school kid living in NYC at the time. I used to watch Cavett on TV all the time. Here's what I remember: 1) this was relatively big news when it happened 2) newscasts covered it. Newspapers covered it. 3) Cavett spoke about it on his show the next day (as he mentions). 4) I saw footage from that show. Did that footage air on the news on the day Rodale died, or did Cavett show some footage the next day? I don't remember, but there clearly was footage of the guy sitting in the chair just before he died. ----- So, many people "saw" the event, in the sense that they pieced it all together. Even when Cavett talks about "the look on your face", that also happened. People might not have seen his face that day, but Cavett was somber the next night when he explained the previous day's events. Many people tuned in for that and I'm not surprised they "remember" it. All this is well understood. As Wiki claims: Memory is never a literal recount of past experiences. Rather, it is dependent on the constructive processes present at the time of encoding that are subject to potential errors and distortions. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Reconstructive_memory https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Reconstructive_memory

bittermang 9y ago
I once saw a very drunk woman drive her car at full throttle into the corner of a hotel. It's like he describes it, snapshots. My brain throttled hard, and locked up at the amount of information there was to process all at once. That can't be right, she just drove into the side of that building. No, she slammed into it. She might have been trying to drive through it? No, that's silly. But one clear piece is the unmistakable sound of an automatic transmission with the pedal hard to the floor. And the crash, an onomatopoetic word of itself, it sounded like a crash. It was complicated by the fact that moments ago, I was loading wedding gifts in to a van. Not mine, just helping the Niece after the reception. But what a stark and sudden turn for a day, to witness something like that. What if she had turned her wheel this way or that when entering the parking lot before hitting the building? Would she have gone through me, and right in to the lobby? Would she have missed the building wide and ramped off the escarpment overlooking the Interstate? And I was just frozen in that moment of time. Slack jawed and wide eyed while I watched by buddy Timmy organize the available bystanders and check on the driver. I believe he shut the ignition off, but I believe that is something he would do, I have no proof that is what actually happened next. It's weird, the kind of stuff that goes through your head, and you find out about when something like that happens.
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bittermang 9y ago

I once saw a very drunk woman drive her car at full throttle into the corner of a hotel. It's like he describes it, snapshots. My brain throttled hard, and locked up at the amount of information there was to process all at once. That can't be right, she just drove into the side of that building. No, she slammed into it. She might have been trying to drive through it? No, that's silly. But one clear piece is the unmistakable sound of an automatic transmission with the pedal hard to the floor. And the crash, an onomatopoetic word of itself, it sounded like a crash. It was complicated by the fact that moments ago, I was loading wedding gifts in to a van. Not mine, just helping the Niece after the reception. But what a stark and sudden turn for a day, to witness something like that. What if she had turned her wheel this way or that when entering the parking lot before hitting the building? Would she have gone through me, and right in to the lobby? Would she have missed the building wide and ramped off the escarpment overlooking the Interstate? And I was just frozen in that moment of time. Slack jawed and wide eyed while I watched by buddy Timmy organize the available bystanders and check on the driver. I believe he shut the ignition off, but I believe that is something he would do, I have no proof that is what actually happened next. It's weird, the kind of stuff that goes through your head, and you find out about when something like that happens.

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