In the early 1970s my father got a vanity auto license plate with the number "1975." We were pretty cool within the congregation. No one can tell me that 1975 was not a big deal. I distinctly remember when I realized that my year of high school graduation coincided with the end of the world.
Having the honor of graduating high school 1975 I can assure all that 1975 was a watershed year for the organization. Unfortunately this event screwed up my life. I have moved on but not without a lot of pain.