Roll With It

Jelly roll, jelly roll, I wish I had a strawberry jelly roll.  OK, this is an old one, but I am going to roll with it.  I like to climb up hills and then lie on my side and tumble over and over till I get all the way to the bottom, because that is just the way I roll.  I watched that movie UA93 on Netflix the other night where the passengers decided to unite against the terrorists and when they are ready to make their move, the one guy says, “Let’s roll.”

I think that I will always remember that day, as I was up in Nyack, NY on an interview.  It went pretty well, but the guy said that he wanted me to talk with another person and he asked if I could go out of the plant and come back in 45 minutes as the guy was busy.  I said, “No problem” and I went out to a coffee shop down the road.  I ordered a cup of coffee and a doughnut and sat down and looked at the TV.  They had CNN on and I saw that first plane hit the World Trade Center and I had a hard time trying to understand what I was watching.  Then another plane hit the other tower and I was scared, really scared.  I left the coffee shop and drove home.  There was no radio on the way home (as all the broadcasting was being done from the towers) and I really wanted to find out what was going on.  When I finally got home I watched the news for the rest of the day glued to the couch.

Written for 11/17/18 Linda G. Hill’s ‘Life in progress’ Stream of Consciousness Saturday where the prompt is “roll/role”.

17 thoughts on “Roll With It

    1. Yes I saw Willow added this song to her post. I wrote mine before I read any of the other posts, as I don’t like to be influenced by what other bloggers say. I am writing about a Tom Petty song later.

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  1. Your post is full of action today. There are iconic moments that we as a people (of a nation or of a planet) will never forget where we were when we heard about it. I wonder if the brain has a little room for these types of memories?

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    1. I also remember being told when JFK was assassinated, but I was young then and this memory is so much more vivid. I don’t know that much about how brains operate, but they are fascinating organs.

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      1. With JFK I remember my mom cut that poem out of the newspaper, “Eight white horses came today, to take my daddy far away…” and seeing the picture of JFK Jr. (?) standing beside the wagon and horses at attention. Yes it is. I listened to a Richard Thompson song, “Beeswing”, this morning and as it started playing certain areas at the back of my head started “firing”. I know the cerebral/thinking area is in the frontal cortex, and I thought the reptilian parts were back by the brain stem.

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  2. It’s hard to say, just roll with it, during moments of pure tragedy. Still, thanks for sharing this memory and being able to rol with the punches life throws can be a big help in coping and gin getting through.

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