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”.