Here's a great piece from Garrison Keillor's "Writer's Almanac":

The Day Nothing Happened
by Jeffrey Harrison

On that day in history, history
took a day off. Current events
were uneventful. Breaking news
never broke. Nobody
of any import was born, or died.
(If you were born that day,
bask in the inverted glory
of your unimportance.)
No milestones, no disasters.
The most significant thing going on
was a golf tournament (the Masters).

It was a Sunday. In Washington,
President Eisenhower
(whose very name induces sleep)
practiced his putt
on the carpet of the Oval Office,
a little white ball crossing
and recrossing the presidential seal
like one of Jupiter's moons
or a hypnotist's watch.
On the radio, Perry Como
was putting everyone into a coma.

But the very next day,
in New York City, Bill Haley & His Comets
recorded "Rock Around the Clock;"
and a few young people
began to regain consciousness …
while history, like Polyphemus
waking from a one-day slumber,
stumbled out of his cave,
blinked his giant eye, and peered around
for something to destroy.

"The Day Nothing Happened" by Jeffrey Harrison from Into Daylight. © Tupelo Press, 2014. Reprinted with permission. (buy now)