Thursday, September 11, 2008

Somehow, Seven Years Ago...

Somehow, seven years ago today, I was the epitome of America. And I mean that in a bad way. It was around 9-something in the morning and I was in the drive-thru of the Burger King near my house, gearing up for a big exciting day of school. I was an education major at the time. Which was one of the worst decisions of my life.

Anyhow, I got my two sausage biscuits with cheese, my frickin' breakfast cola, and my hash browns, and turned on the talk radio. They were talking about the "Twin Towers" burning, and I thought that they were referring to the local twin towers--the Proctor and Gamble HQ just a few miles down I-75, in downtown Cincinnati. For just a moment, I thought that perhaps all those crazy anti-corporate activists had gone and done something horrible.

Not so. This was quite a bit worse. And quite a bit bigger.

Still, there I sat, transfixed on my steering wheel as I sat in the BK parking lot, stuffing my face with processed meat and cheese listening to the world come to a close for the day. Looking back on it now, I feel like a fat American pig, the kind of fat American pig who contributes to the apparent stereotype of the "Ugly American." There's all that stuff that we have available, all that choice that we take for granted.

Did I mention that I was chewing with my mouth open? God, I'm horrible.

I still went to class, and I don't remember anything else important happening that day. How could I? When I was growing up, I'd heard adults say that they knew, and knew that everyone else knew, exactly what they were doing when they heard JFK took that rifle bullet to the noggin. It's sort of weird to know that my generation has a moment like that, as well. I would assume that every generation has one of those, right? The generation before my parents had Pearl Harbor, then JFK, and then 9/11.

Where were you when you heard the shit went down?

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