I didn't post about my 9/11 memory yesterday; I thought I'd do it today.
Ten years ago, it happened. It was an American nightmare, we were attacked at home, on the main land, a first since the Revolutionary war. We all remember where we were, and what we were doing when we either experience the attack, or heard about it.
I've always lived on the West Coast, so I was just waking, when the first plane struck the Towers. The phone brought me all the way awake, it was our daughter Sharon, she'd heard and said, "Mom, I think we're at war." Man, what a shocker that was. After I got off the phone with her, I called my Mom, then my Dad and his wife. I wanted to make sure they were OK; of course they were, but I had to check. By that time it was late enough to call the bookstore, and make sure they knew what was going on; they'd need to deal with concerned customers.
There have been a lot of books dealing with the 9/11 experience, most weren't really worth much; even great authors weren't able to put it all together on the page. There is one that came out in '08 I want to recommend, Bikeman. Another good one is The Good Life.
I'll leave you with is t-shirt photo. Yes, we're at war, but we can still love each other.
Be well and do good,