Of all the moments on the recent trip, one of the most... well... difficult for me personally, was standing at the Oklahoma City National Memorial. Oklahoma City is my ancestral home. I have a deep connection to the place, but at the same time, it is not among my favorite places to be. In all of our discussions about another relocation, Oklahoma has never merited any consideration. At all. But it is my familial "home" and as such, I will always have deep emotional connections to the place. On April 19, 1995 I was in Savannah, Georgia as a trained disaster response person, dealing with a small chemical fire that had taken place there. When we got the news of OKC, I planned to immediately go, but was told that I was not going be sent because I was "too close" to the place. I guess in a way I was. My grandfathers home was a little over a mile from the blast. Some years later, in early 2000, I was able to visit the site, but not before the monument was opened. So this past week was my first visit to the National Monument. It was sad; it was emotional. It was also frustrating. Above all of that though, came a question from an eleven year old boy who had never been here, who has any real connection to this place. He simply wanted to know, "Why?"