This Pregnant Day
Today is a pregnant day.
It marks 43 years that my wife and I have been married. She is thinking of marking it by driving 25 miles to Lynchburg to get some Red Lobster food. (She and I have ideas that are the exact opposite of each other when it comes to making long drives and also spending more than a max of about three hours away from home sweet home.)
My only sibling, my late sister, was also born on this date, a year and two months after I arrived.
And then there was also that tremendous catastrophe that happened exactly seven years ago, partly just outside my hometown but also simultaneously in a Pennsylvania field and, most disastrously of all by far, in New York City, a town with which I am also quite familiar, though from times so far back that the World Trade Center towers were built, did their thing, and then in just a few minutes were reduced to rubble before, to my best recollection, I ever got the chance to behold them in all their massive and soaring though I can't help thinking architecturally undistinguished glory. (But then I also happen to believe that there's no call for any building to be higher than something you can't jump out of without the certainty of breaking your neck.)
It marks 43 years that my wife and I have been married. She is thinking of marking it by driving 25 miles to Lynchburg to get some Red Lobster food. (She and I have ideas that are the exact opposite of each other when it comes to making long drives and also spending more than a max of about three hours away from home sweet home.)
My only sibling, my late sister, was also born on this date, a year and two months after I arrived.
And then there was also that tremendous catastrophe that happened exactly seven years ago, partly just outside my hometown but also simultaneously in a Pennsylvania field and, most disastrously of all by far, in New York City, a town with which I am also quite familiar, though from times so far back that the World Trade Center towers were built, did their thing, and then in just a few minutes were reduced to rubble before, to my best recollection, I ever got the chance to behold them in all their massive and soaring though I can't help thinking architecturally undistinguished glory. (But then I also happen to believe that there's no call for any building to be higher than something you can't jump out of without the certainty of breaking your neck.)
posted by Carl (aka Sofarsogoo) | 10:29 AM
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Happy Anniversary.
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