I wasn’t really sure if I had anything to talk about this week. Outside of being neck deep in Husker shirts at work, not a whole lot of excitement in my world. So, I’ll spend my opening dialogue like this: September 11th, 2001, I was an 8th grader at Kearney Catholic High School. I was in Mrs. Volkmer’s Theology class when we started to receive word what was going on in New York City. For those of us old enough to remember what happened, we can close our eyes and picture where we were as the news unfolded throughout the day.
Thursday Flakes: History, No Let Down’s and Fantasy News
