Memories of that Watergate summer

Every presidential inquiry, every impeachment hearing, is personal.
Not that it’s me getting impeached, or otherwise put on the hot seat.
It’s just that each crisis in the executive branch from 1973 to 2019 exists in my memory because of where I was when listening and watching as it played out.
That Watergate summer, I was 17, and driving across the country with a girlfriend before we both headed off to college.
The Senate hearings into the complicity of President Richard Nixon in th