08 Dec 2003
Imagine…
Twisted History points out that today is the anniversary of the murder of John Lennon.
Upon a little reflection, I realize that I have four “where I was when I heard it” moments:
- I was lying on the couch (she called it a Davenport) at my grandma’s when I heard John had been shot.
- I was in the school van waiting to be taken back to class after swimming lessons when I heard Reagan had been shot.
- I was in the school library playing chess when I heard the Challenger had blown up.
- I was checking in with some of my employees at work when I heard that an airplane, probably a little single-engine job, had accidentally crashed into the World Trade Center one Tuesday morning.
I’m sure, if I spent any time thinking about it, I could come up with many more. But the fact that I don’t have to spend any time thinking tells me that those four are the “real” ones for me.
Goo goo ga joob, John.
December 9th, 2003 at 12:56 am
It was twenty three years ago today… I was twenty four years old. The primary reality of my day to day existance was the universal collision of youthful ideals and the harsh realities of real life. I had a ‘good’ job that I hated
December 9th, 2003 at 3:11 pm
What, no recollection of where you were when the wall fell?