So my car died yesterday; not that unusual, it's a 1987 Nissan Sentra. It's got 160,000 miles on it. It's ailing with a bad water pump. I take a day off to get it fixed, and spend most of it watching TV while it's getting fixed.
But the item above reminds me of the day 17 years ago which I also took off... the day the shuttle blew up.
Interesting story: I was sick that day, and was watching TV when it happened. Wrapped up in a blanket, stuck in a house in Floyds Knobs, Indiana, watching "The New Love American Style" with some OJ in hand, this news flash comes on, with pictures. I'd been told by my mom not to call unless there was an emergency. This, I thought, might not be an emergency, but I wanted to call and talk to someone.
And 17 years later, I'm again in front of the TV, on a couch, wrapped up in a blanket -- this time, I'm not the one with a cold, but the house was freezing for some reason. I didn't hear of this yesterday... but it's a little creepy. Almost poetic, in a sense.Posted by Ted Stevko at January 29, 2003 11:26 AM