1980 was the first US Presidential election in which I was old enough to vote.
That was a bad time in my life, and honest to God (or to whatever), I can’t remember what I did. BFD, really.
Also 1980, April, I remember waking up one morning, and President Carter was on the TV real early not sounding good. I remember thinking, “oh fuck, what is it now?” It was Operation Eagle Claw.
Summer 1980, I went to Guadalajara, Mexico for the first time. That was a good thing that changed my life.