I know this week may seem top heavy, but I also feel like Miss State @ Minnesota is a sneaky good game on the slate.
For some reason I've been feeling very sentimental the last few weeks, or at least felt the need to record things for historical purposes. I recorded a bunch of stuff at the State Fair last week from longtime people who are either retiring or know that they don't have many Fairs left. And now we are on the 25th anniversary of 9/11.
I've already told my story. A Block was physics with a teacher who had been a Vietnam-era Army MP. Shortly after the first bell and announcements, his wife called the room phone (remember those?) and said that another plane had hit the Pentagon. We actually had a fairly long conversation about what our futures held for us, before we went over to another teacher's room, where we watched both towers fall on the TV. It remains the only time I've ever been in a room where 55 HS seniors did not say a word for nearly an hour, until the passing bell rang at 10:00 and we went on our way.
This year 9/11 is a Friday. It's the same calendar configuration as 2009, when the New Brickhouse opened this weekend. Gatorama/John Hall came out of travel retirement to attend the first game vs. the Air Force Academy.
Also, I wondered how my grandmother felt on Wednesday, December 7, 1966. She grew up on the Pearl City Peninsula (look that up), and was at home when the IJN came calling on that fateful Sunday morning. They fled for the cane fields above what is now Pearlridge Mall, stayed hidden for most of the next week, and returned to find their house all shot up.
Then again, given that she was about my age and had 5 kids between 17 and 10 to get to the school bus, she might not have thought much about it at all.
