|Lynn and her son -And Orange Counter Tops.|
Days and questions shape our lives. I remember the day the Challenger exploded. And the day Elvis died. I even remember seeing Bobby Kennedy's funeral procession on our black and white television.
So where were you when the world changed?
Or at least the world for Americans?
I still lived in Idaho, but I'd been tentatively offered a lucrative contract to train on a child support system install in North Carolina. Two years, going from office to office, teaching people how to use the new system. Sweet gig. And I was totally looking forward to my new digs as well as the new job.
My husband to be had a construction business and the guys all met at our house at the beginning of the day for coffee and assignments. When I went through the living room, I saw the television was on and the guys watching a movie.
It wasn't a movie.
I've thought a lot about the personal effects that day had. Even on someone who lived across the country from where the attacks occurred. My contract was cancelled as the state pulled back from buying the new system. My son started being a double security check at airports when he flew home from college - mostly due to the fact we didn't buy his ticket until last minute and the kid looks dark and grungy--what else can you expect, he lives in Seattle. :)
A couple years ago, my friend married one of the first responders from the New York police department. As we walked through Times Square, she saw the danger, I still saw the beauty.
I wonder, if the world hadn't changed, and I'd gone to North Carolina for that career, would I be writing now?
So where were you?