Posted on 02/12/2018 6:41:59 AM PST by Joe 6-pack
Like the Challenger disaster or 9/11I will never forget where I was when I heard Katie Couric break the story that Dutch skaters were so proficient because of the proliferation of canals in their country,
I was here in Louisiana, rowing my pirogue down the bayou on my way to work.
Anybody else care to share where you were and what you were doing when you first heard the news?
Where were you, and what will you tell your grandchildren?
“Katie was trying to act knowledgeable”
Always a losing proposition for her.
I thought you'd be doodling
I can multi-task.
I remember rushing home from Sunday school and watching live on TV as Ruby shot and killed Oswald.
I remember having my draft physical postponed because of the astronauts landing on the moon and going down the next day to join the Air Force.
I remember being stopped by a couple in a car at an overlook on the Pacific Coast highway in Oregon when I was out on a training run during a camping trip, that Elvis had just died.
I remember sitting in an underwriting seminar in the mortgage banking business in Phoenix when it was somberly announced that the Challenger had exploded, killing all on board.
And I remember watching the news of the 9-11 attacks on TV at home before leaving for work and thinking to myself, we're going to go to war over this atrocity.
I remember where I was at when all of these iconic historical events occurred.
But where I was at when Couric stuck her foot in her mouth again, was not one of them.
I was a-helpin’ Paul Bunyan cut down some o’ dem dere trees ya know, after takin’ my dog sled from my little house on da prairie.
I was way up in The Soviet Of Washington building igloos for my family...
I was out in the flatwoods on my cracker horse rounding up Florida scrub cattle with my cracker whip when the news hit and the startled horse threw me into a rattlesnake nest that was overrun with fire ants. Still smarts.
Naa. That's crawfish season. ;)
Here in Maine...trying to catch a lobster with a Fed-Ex box.
I thought you poled a pirogue down the bayou.
Me o my-oh, I was cheaning out my desk at work having resigned to take the job I ended up retiring from. As the only one with a radio I had a lot of help.
I was teaching at a pre-school and heard a radio report. Got out at noon, and stopped at a Barbershop with a TV set, on my walk home and hung out with the guys and watched the video reports for 2 hours. (MSM played the explosion about 400 times that afternoon.)
Sitting at my desk, reading this post on FR, next to my Quebecois wife who would regularly skate 7+ miles from home to downtown.
?Who is katy colic?
And why should I care?
Sitting right here, wondering why she was ripping off Mary Mapes Dodge.
Naah, one of those russian dumplings.
Yeah, that’s my cook, you can’t beat her borcht ala mode.
Mushing my team of Huskies through the freshly fallen snow on my way to the local MJ store while constantly on the lookout for little Jeffery B. Sessions.
I was in the wilds of Ohio bitterly clinging to my guns and Bible.
I was plowin in the fields on my John Deer Tractor.
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