tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1391021303252381977.post9199049412740060297..comments2023-10-26T10:54:20.205-05:00Comments on Seckmans Say What?: My Hero Drove an El CaminoAnnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12077859900983992292noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1391021303252381977.post-84240330853294725882011-05-04T13:03:51.358-05:002011-05-04T13:03:51.358-05:00No I am sure each of us would remember different p...No I am sure each of us would remember different pieces...I just remember more of the closeness of the van, the feeling of inescapability, and the hugeness of the van...<br /><br />where were the "boys" -- do you remember?Jen Craunhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08861177720500619150noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1391021303252381977.post-59000351018277799612011-05-04T12:53:29.549-05:002011-05-04T12:53:29.549-05:00My memories could certainly be off as well - I jus...My memories could certainly be off as well - I just remember it being WHAM in our faces.Annahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12077859900983992292noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1391021303252381977.post-63556215749908442652011-05-04T12:47:43.102-05:002011-05-04T12:47:43.102-05:00you know, that's nuts. I don't remember fe...you know, that's nuts. I don't remember feeling like we were going to get in. And I don't remember the side door. I really clearly remember the window. and how close it pulled up beside us walking. and the general terror of having felt abandoned by "the boys" of our party of friends and brothers also on the walk, either ahead of or behind us, probably also goofing around, but instantly seeming SO FAR AWAY. Crazy fuzzy clips of memory. Though I suppose I am glad to not remember it all...Jen Craunhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08861177720500619150noreply@blogger.com