Most people tend to remember where they were when significant world events took place. Our parents remember exactly what they were doing when JFK was shot, or when we landed on the moon. Our grandparents remember what they were doing when they heard about Pearl Harbor, or the atomic bomb.
I, on the other hand, remember where I was when Colonel Sanders died.
I remember it vividly. I was sitting on the den floor, searching through a pile of legos, building what would one day become the 8th wonder of the world…my dad was sitting behind me in his recliner, refusing to play legos with me (it was always like pulling teeth to get him to play legos), then we heard the news…
Colonel Sanders had died.
A few minutes after that I remember my uncle calling because his car broke down and we went to get him.
Wasn’t that a great story? It’s one that I’ll treasure…for the rest…of my…life.
It’s stories like this that make me look forward to meeting you this weekend.
Geof F. Morris
June 22nd, 2004
I have no idea where I was when the Colonel died. I don’t even know if I knew he was ever a real person.
“The Colonel, with his wee beady eyes ‘Oh, you’re gonna buy my chicken!’”
Roger
June 23rd, 2004
When JFK was shot I was playing in my backyard in Menomonee Falls, WI.
When man landed on the moon I was watching it on TV and was very angry that Neil Armstrong decided to take his first step four hours early and not wait for my 12th birthday.
I guess I now qualify to be your parent.
Clean your room, young man!
the Sage
June 25th, 2004