On this day, April 19, 1995, my son was born at 7:47 a.m. I was looking forward to a happy day of being a new father.
At 9:03 a.m., that opportunity was denied.
Timothy McVeigh detonated a bomb at the Murrah Federal Building. I vaguely remember the low rumble. I distinctly remember the screams of horror from the room next to me as the woman saw her child’s caretaker wheeled out of the YMCA building across from the Murrah center.
If I could, I would go back in time. I would confront Mr. McVeigh, beat him until he was incapacitated, rip his testicles off, and put my foot on his neck until he was dead.
Yes, I hold a grudge.