In my backyard, figurativley speaking, referring to my city of Oklahoma City, is a significant and tragic piece of American history. I can drive 20 minutes and find myself at the heart of the downtown vicinityof Oklahoma City, where the National Memorial was built. There are empty chairs, the time of 9:02am and a statue of Jesus weeping. am I proud of the beautiful and significant memorial, of course I am, but I wish that it never needed to be built.
Where was I when the explosion occurred? In a soundproof room of all things. I walked out to find those who could hear in chaos trying to determine what had happened. What was that explosion?
