Worst Seat In The House: It was a big deal

Going through life there are those times that you can remember exactly where you were when you heard about certain events. I can assure you that a majority of these events were tragic in nature.

I remember in November of 1963 when Mr. Wilsey returned to the 6th grade classroom and told us that President Kennedy had been shot and killed in Dallas. I remember where I was when the Challenger space shuttle had exploded. And I know almost exactly to the step where I was when I first heard about an airplane flying into the World Trade Center in New York on September 11, 2001.

I seem to have vivid me...