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Hoard Of The Rings

February 19, 2010 in OCD and Me

I can clearly remember where I was when Barack Obama was elected President, and when the news broke about TWA Flight 800, just as I can remember watching frantic television coverage of the attacks on the World Trade Center that came eight years apart. Events of that magnitude exert a certain hold on people; my grandmother still enjoys dusting off her recollections of being at Love Field on November 22, 1963, although she left before she could witness President Kennedy’s assassination.

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Hoard Of The Rings

February 19, 2010 in OCD and Me

I can clearly remember where I was when Barack Obama was elected President, and when the news broke about TWA Flight 800, just as I can remember watching frantic television coverage of the attacks on the World Trade Center that came eight years apart. Events of that magnitude exert a certain hold on people; my grandmother still enjoys dusting off her recollections of being at Love Field on November 22, 1963, although she left before she could witness President Kennedy’s assassination.

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Hoard Of The Rings

February 19, 2010 in OCD and Me

I can clearly remember where I was when Barack Obama was elected President, and when the news broke about TWA Flight 800, just as I can remember watching frantic television coverage of the attacks on the World Trade Center that came eight years apart. Events of that magnitude exert a certain hold on people; my grandmother still enjoys dusting off her recollections of being at Love Field on November 22, 1963, although she left before she could witness President Kennedy’s assassination.

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Hoard Of The Rings

February 19, 2010 in OCD and Me

I can clearly remember where I was when Barack Obama was elected President, and when the news broke about TWA Flight 800, just as I can remember watching frantic television coverage of the attacks on the World Trade Center that came eight years apart. Events of that magnitude exert a certain hold on people; my grandmother still enjoys dusting off her recollections of being at Love Field on November 22, 1963, although she left before she could witness President Kennedy’s assassination.

Read the rest of this entry →