Like you, Sir or Madam "Friend", I too saw that huge digital readout--although at the age of 9 I would not have phrased it with those words--late on the afternoon of Wednesday, August 12, 1964*, but had long since FORGOTTEN about that particular exhibit!
(Now, there was no forgettin' Michelango's mother&Son marble masterwork--flown in from Rome to constitute the sole, bathed-in-blue-spotlights display in The Vatican pavilion--but we had to watch intently, as the conveyor belt whisked us by it somewhat rapidly.)
Anyway, thanks much for reviving that population-counter memory, unseen Friend.
And of course thanks AS WELL to good ol' Dad and Mom...for trundling their two sons (including their younger, blond and bratty one) all the way to Fun City for the World's Fair That Robert Moses Built.
Just as the 1939-40 fair--staged on the same Flushing Meadows Park site just south of Shea Stadium in Queens--inspired pre-War youngsters to imagine the rest of the 20th.Century, so did my clan's visit from suburban St. Louis get me to thinking about the future in ways previously only The Jetsons had.
As a first grader, I had badgered my patient parents with going to Seattle for this so-called Century 21 Exposition. I liked the entire idea of it from the magazine pieces--in Popular Mechanics and elsewhere--I had seen, but The Space Needle especially fascinated me. But as our family tour out West back in 1960 took us through the Pacific Northwest, Mom vetoed my Seattle idea.
But I like to think my disappointment with never seeing The Space Needle during that 1962 summer** is what kinda, sorta nudged my wonderful late parents two years later into letting me behold the magnificent Unisphere--and every other marvelous memory from there--during that summer of 2021, I mean 1964 !
* As it happens, the date Ian Fleming died in the U.K.
** Of course, I never imagined back then that DURING that afore-imagined 21st Century I would eventually*** so improbably come to be professionally propagating conversation at the speed of light as the overnight call-in yakker at KIRO/Seattle, the most prestigious commercial newstalk radio outlet west of Chicago and north of San Francisco, doin' my in-your-ear talk radio schtick from studios a mere mile east of the landmark I have always considered pretty much the most inspiring structure anywhere. (And a three-foot wooden model**** of which decorates my condo's great room here in this state occupying the opposite corner of The Lower 48.)
**** Painted in its original 1962 color scheme of Orbital Olive [shaft], Weightless White [struts], Reentry Red [crown undercarriage] and Galaxy Gold [crown], natch' !