The other day I was talking with a guy here in Nashville about which part of town we live. He lives in east Nashville and works with a friend of mine in downtown Nashville. The place they work was affected by the Nashville bomb which was a crazy situation on Christmas day 2020.
While he and I were chatting about downtown businesses being closed from the pandemic, I said, “…and then there was the bombing.”
Later that day it amazed me how casually that line came out. It’s not that it was a minor event– a guy literally blew himself up in a RV camper and 2nd Ave was closed for months as they assessed the damage. Some businesses were severely affected and haven’t opened back up yet. Lots of damage. It was a big deal so the fact that I even said anything about a bomb in Nashville and it didn’t feel weird, felt weird.
We are living in crazy times here in the U.S. and maybe it’s just a taste of what other countries have faced on a more regular basis, but still it’s pretty interesting from the politics, to supposed racism (I say supposed because I really only hear about it on the news, not in real life as I’m interacting with real people), and all the other stuff going on here.
I wish talking about a bomb that happened in my city would be met with shock and disbelief (and it mostly was when it first happened) but lately it just seems to be part of the clown world we are living in now.
-Out of the Wilderness