One of my earliest memories is when my father, Harold Rosen, took me to the New York World’s Fair in 1964. I would have been 2 and a half years old.
My father would always talk about the World’s Fair and all the amazing “new” technologies he saw like a TV phone and other supposed future gadgets.
The only thing I remember was being scared shitless by the life-sized dinosaurs at the Sinlcair Oil exhibit.
The 1964 New York World’s Fair held over 140 pavilions representing 80 nations at Flushing Meadows–Corona Park in Queens, New York City.