London
Learned an hour after hearing the news that my brother (and two visiting Americans) was in London the morning of the bombing, though everyone's fine. They were in a pub when the reports starting to come on the television, I learned. Put the kaibosh on their planned bus tour of the city. Let alone how the hell they were supposed to get back to Oxford that night. Don't know the details, but I got a voice mail that they got home by 11:15pm.
One will leave out the issues of having to be a pub at 9 in the morning.
London, of course, holds a special place in my family's heart, so the attack has raised my hackles. Makes me wish all the more that I wasn't stuck in the middle of Ohio with a bookbag and a locker, instead of heading up some National Reconnaissance Office tiger team doing super-classified shit to destroy these assholes.
One will leave out the issues of having to be a pub at 9 in the morning.
London, of course, holds a special place in my family's heart, so the attack has raised my hackles. Makes me wish all the more that I wasn't stuck in the middle of Ohio with a bookbag and a locker, instead of heading up some National Reconnaissance Office tiger team doing super-classified shit to destroy these assholes.
posted by Dan at 8:14 AM
2 Comments:
I'm sorry, but my grades were too good in school to join.
Why do they allow dead people into IU?
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