by Laura Bradford
I woke up this morning with the intention of writing this blog on my love of traveling. With a new book out in a little over four weeks, I've got lots of hotels and suitcases in my future.
Yet, when I jumped on the computer to write my post, I saw a picture of the Columbia crew from ten years ago and my plans for this blog changed instantly.
When tragedy strikes in a big way, it's inked on our brain in a way a run to the grocery store (even a really productive one) will never be. Where we were when we hear the news becomes as much a part of the memory as the tragedy, itself.
9/11...I was sitting in a chair in my bedroom with my youngest (she was just shy of 2) and we were watching Barney. A friend called to tell me what was happening (PBS doesn't break in) and to change the channel.
The Challenger Disaster: I was a senior in high school and we watched the launch live. I remember looking at the teacher when the vapor trails split apart, wondering if that was supposed to happen...
Lady Di's death: I was in Hawaii.
John F Kennedy Jr's Plane crash: I was on vacation at the Jersey shore with my family. Saw the news on the hotel television.
When President Reagan was shot: Was just home from school and watching General Hospital (I was in 7th or 8th grade).
Less tragic events but still big news...
OJ Simpson car chase: Sitting in a Ground Round with my ex.
OJ Simpson won his court case: At home with DD # 1 as a baby and crying as I told her she'd just seen her first injustice in life.
Michael Jackson: On the way home from a trip with the family. We were in the car and approaching the city.
Yet ask me what I had for breakfast two days ago...and I've got nothing.
So how about all of you? Do you remember where you were for many of these?