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- My So-Called Life (Pi... - #1 »
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- Guns and Gossip - #3 »
- Father Figures - #4 »
- The Zit - #5 »
- The Substitute - #6 »
- Why Jordan Can't Read - #7 »
- Strangers in the Hous... - #8 »
- Halloween - #9 »
- Other People's Daught... - #10 »
- Life of Brian - #11 »
- Self-Esteem - #12 »
- Pressure - #13 »
- On the Wagon - #14 »
- So-Called Angels - #15 »
- Resolutions - #16 »
- Betrayal - #17 »
- Weekend - #18 »
- In Dreams Begin Respo... - #19 »
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Guns and Gossip/9/11Exactly, Mankind. Now that our generation has one of those moments, I would give anything to be the way we were before 9/11.
I remember watching that scene and thinking the same exact thing as Angela. I remember asking my parents over and over again where they were when JFK was shot; when Bobby Kennedy was shot; when MLK, Jr was shot; when they heard Elvis has died... and I was always awe struck that they remembered the events exactly, like they were burned into their memories... or something. I wish we were back to being jealous that we didn't have one of those moments. "I have all these dreams where I know exactly what to say. And you tell me, you know, that you forgive me."
These really are wonderful stories. I won't include much about where I was, except that I was listening to my headphones at work, taking in my favorite morning show and heard it all before I saw it. Luckily the big-boss was in the office that morning and he had a TV in his office so I could see the grisly photos of the planes crashing and buildings falling. I do find it interesting though that nobody has mentioned when Reagan was shot. Of course he wasn't killed but as I remember it was pretty big news. I do remember when Elvis died. The challenger explosion too. D- Theatre; your story reminds me of a somewhat similar incident that happened to me. It was a typical morning and as I left the house I saw the trash truck coming down our street and I remembered it was trash day so I grabbed my full bags and met the trashman at the curb. The driver was about a 7 foot tall African-American man and as I tossed my sacks in the back of his truck thinking I would save him the trouble, I greeted him with a cheerful 'Good Morning'! He didn't say a word. He just kinda glared at me and sped off. I thought that was a bit strange. Minutes later as I got to work, I learned that the night before the officers who had beat Rodney King were acquitted and some unhappy folks were trying to burn down Los Angeles. Like you I learned to check the news now and then.
Daddy sold the farm and they've killed my trees. K-man
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