I can't for the life of me remember what I was doing when princess Diana died, but I wasn't much concerned about it. Kudos to the woman for using her fame for some good purposes, but her death didn't hit me any harder than hearing of anyone else dying.

On 9-11, I was headed to class, and after that I'd be driving from the college to work. I had a tape in the radio, but I'd listened to it about three times by then and was bored with it, so I clicked on the radio instead, and heard about the first plane. At work, every time I got a break I'd go out to my truck in the parking lot and turn on the radio to see how the search for survivors was going and how soon we would find these SOBs and nuke them.