Oklahoma City . . .
We got to Oklahoma City during the hottest part of the day, so we got to experience some good heat again once we arrived at the Oklahoma City Memorial. The Memorial didn't look exactly like I had expected when we first got there. All the pictures I had seen of the bombing on tv when I was younger made it look like it was a bigger site than it was. The federal building was just another building in the middle of a crowded downtown.
It took me longer than most of the group to walk around the Memorial grounds because I am one of those who has to stop and read everything. So I got way behind the rest of the group, and was left alone to think about what had happened there. It seemed to me to be a very appropriate monument to what happened. The most eerie part about it, though, was that the concrete plaza that led up to the building was still standing. The remains of the main part of the building had been demolished in order to make way for the memorial, and it was crazy to be standing right there at the edge of the plaza where the front doors had once been.
We left the memorial, and everyone was in a somber mood, but we perked up once we got to the Oklahoma City Holidome. The Holidome was nice as it had a pool, hot tub, pool table, video game area, workout room, etc., but it didn't have a putt-putt course. So, we headed to a course near the hotel.
There, another epic batte was staged between Jason and I. We played two complete rounds of putt-putt, and after the first round I was behind. In fact, I was very last in the entire group. In the next game, though, I staged my comeback. In fact, I had the best putt-putt game of my life, and I destroyed all of the competition by 4 or 5 strokes. The results of the two games were tallied and I was declared the overall winner. I began to celebrate and taunt Jason, as he had done to me earlier in the day, but all of the sudden my joy came to an end. There had been a miscount, and I had actually lost by a couple of strokes to Jason. It was horrible.
I felt better though once I had dinner. We went to a nice Italian restaurant and it brought me peace.
Next time . . .the trip home
Drew McCombs
ABC 33/40 Weather Intern
abc3340wx2@gmail.com
We got to Oklahoma City during the hottest part of the day, so we got to experience some good heat again once we arrived at the Oklahoma City Memorial. The Memorial didn't look exactly like I had expected when we first got there. All the pictures I had seen of the bombing on tv when I was younger made it look like it was a bigger site than it was. The federal building was just another building in the middle of a crowded downtown.
It took me longer than most of the group to walk around the Memorial grounds because I am one of those who has to stop and read everything. So I got way behind the rest of the group, and was left alone to think about what had happened there. It seemed to me to be a very appropriate monument to what happened. The most eerie part about it, though, was that the concrete plaza that led up to the building was still standing. The remains of the main part of the building had been demolished in order to make way for the memorial, and it was crazy to be standing right there at the edge of the plaza where the front doors had once been.
We left the memorial, and everyone was in a somber mood, but we perked up once we got to the Oklahoma City Holidome. The Holidome was nice as it had a pool, hot tub, pool table, video game area, workout room, etc., but it didn't have a putt-putt course. So, we headed to a course near the hotel.
There, another epic batte was staged between Jason and I. We played two complete rounds of putt-putt, and after the first round I was behind. In fact, I was very last in the entire group. In the next game, though, I staged my comeback. In fact, I had the best putt-putt game of my life, and I destroyed all of the competition by 4 or 5 strokes. The results of the two games were tallied and I was declared the overall winner. I began to celebrate and taunt Jason, as he had done to me earlier in the day, but all of the sudden my joy came to an end. There had been a miscount, and I had actually lost by a couple of strokes to Jason. It was horrible.
I felt better though once I had dinner. We went to a nice Italian restaurant and it brought me peace.
Next time . . .the trip home
Drew McCombs
ABC 33/40 Weather Intern
abc3340wx2@gmail.com
on July 7, 2006, 8:29 am
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