Sunday September 3rd 2017Tim
recall where I was or what I was doing when President
Kennedy was killed. I mention this because most people
of my age with whom I'm acquainted around the world, do
remember, in great and often rather boring detail.
Exactly what they were doing, why they were doing it,
and so on. Their recall almost reverential. Same with
September 11th 2001, no idea what I was doing or why I
was doing it.
Maybe if I could
remember where I was or what I was doing at these most
dramatic points in the tapestry, my world would be fuller.
I'd have recognizable and shared heroes, I'd know what my
favorite color was and who my favorite Poet was, I'd get
worked up about the difference between the two kinds of
Marmite, and there's a whole list of important things that I
apparently should do better than pretend to care about. Most
likely a character flaw on my part?