Hey, you know the old chestnut about remembering where you were when you heard that JFK had been murdered (yeah, murdered; ‘assassinated’ always sounds to me like a kind of veiled justification)? Well, as time has gone by, there’s the whole 9/11 thing as well . . . and I’m guessing that if I were to ask my mom and dad where they were when war (that’s WWII, history buffs) was declared then I’m betting they’d be able to tell me to the second.