Recently I've seen a MEME going around that asked the question - Where were you when? Most of the questions were for those Stop-Time moments in life that we will never forget, like the JFK assassination, 9/11, the Challenger Explosion, and Princess Diana's death.
I remember where I was for all those events (except JFK, I was still some little immature egg floating around in my mother's ovary). As I thought about each occasion and my life at the time, I started remembering other obtuse moments that made huge impacts on my memory, impacting my perceptions enough for me to never forget.
I'd like to share one such moment. The actual event was pretty ridiculous and should not have left such an impression on my mind if not for where I was when I heard the news.
June 17, 1994. I was sitting on a black leather bar stool drinking a rather watery rum and coke. A drink I had paid for because I was sitting inside the sports bar and NOT at one of the many slot machines inside Caesar's Palace. Every television was turned to World Cup Soccer. I don't remember what team we were watching but it was exciting and we wanted to watch. It was the first time such an event was hosted by the United States.
Every eye in the bar was tuned to the television. We cheered, we hollered, we high-fived.....and then it happened.
The game was cut short by the interruption of a breaking news story. I remember feeling disoriented as I tried to understand what picture was flashing across the television screen; A white bronco being pursued by police. We all tried to understand the significance. Was it happening there in Las Vegas? Outside the strip?
The bar fell quiet as everyone watched the news story. OJ Simpson in a Ford Bronco on a low-speed chase across the California highways. Then, the tension in the room began to break and someone asked, "So what? Put the soccer match back on." And when the game didn't come on, the whole room booed.
Twenty minutes later we left the bar, disappointed and upset. The soccer match never did come back on. And, for me? I will NEVER forget as long as I live where I was the day OJ Simpson ran from the police in that damn White Ford Bronco.