September 11, 2013

smoke 8Any of us who were sentient remember what we were doing that Tuesday morning. I was in my car, eastbound, halfway to work and it was sunny, which caused traffic, and I had the windows down and was listening to the radio. In between songs the DJ reported that a plane crashed into one of the towers. We weren’t informed on which building, what type of plane–though many, me included, assumed it was something small–or that this was an early portion of a greater impact. Who knew? Nobody’s mind could go that far in that direction. More news was reported about it, some things false, some things that sounded like they couldn’t continue reading…

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