9/12/01

I just recalled the day after 9/11. Like that day I will never forget what happened. We were outside our house, my dad and I, when our neighbor came out. He is one of my best friends and also Milu's uncle. For the past week he had had his parents down from Long Island visiting and they were supposed to fly back that day. For obvious reasons that was impossible. We spoke about the event that had happened and we had the TV news in the back ground to get the latest updates. Our dad's started to get a bit bored and one thing led to the next and before we knew it, they had my new handhold GPS out to play with.

They started with trying to figure out the distance to Long Island and Sweden. Then they started to walk around on our front yards while entering way points so that they could walk the same track again. This went on for a good couple of hours to the amusement of these upper middle aged men.

For the rest of us, we kicked back and had a cocktail, not even Milu was interested in backtracking across the lawns and around the neighbor hood. And yes, the waypoints are still in the GPS, heck they are the only ones that have used the GPS so far.