25 years ago on Aug 19th, 1991 I boarded a plane to come to US, on the very day of the 1991 coup d'etat, the last year of the Soviet Union. On that very day, the national TV started playing classical music instead of regular programming - an ominous sign. Then a coup d'etat was announced. My flight was scheduled for 6pm or something like that. I asked my folks what they thought and we all decided that I should probably head out to the airport if I were to make the flight since main roads out of the city might be cordoned off later on. I left for the airport and saw tanks rolling into Moscow. Three months later, on December 8th of 1991 I got married to Marla - the very last official day of the Soviet Union. USSR was no more. What timing!