This is a link to the weekly survey of WABC, one of the radio stations I used to listen to when I was growing up in NYC.
The Yankees had beaten the Red Sox in a one-game playoff to advance to the ALCS. It's interesting, because the Yankees were so far out of the race during the summer that almost no one thought they could come back. I remember the head lifeguard at the pond I used to work at on weekends used to tease a friend of mine who was a big Yankee fan that the Yankees were out of it. It was funny that as the summer went on and the Red Sox' lead started slipping, his attitude became much less smug. Not that I was (or am) much of a Yankee fan, but seeing as we may be on the eve of another Red Sox-Yankees October matchup, it reminded me of that one.
I think I got my driver's license sometime around then. This time I was smart and drove my parents' Fiat (which became mine five years later) which I had done most of my practicing on. I didn't pass my driver's test the first time because I was driving my grandfather's car (a Buick, I think), which was very wide, and I was also driving in an unfamiliar neighborhood (somewhere around Forest Hills, I think). This time I took my test in Cambria Heights, just on the other side of the cemetery separating it from Laurelton, where I spent most of my time growing up.