Moments

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.

Comments

  1. 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