Remembering 9/11, Eight Years On

September 11, 2001 … September 11, 2001 … 9/11.

Just a mention of a date is enough to reopen and expose many tragic and unnecessary memories.

Yes … of course you remember where you were and what you were doing when you heard. I was at a neighborhood restaurant in Elgin, Illinois having breakfast with the woman who would become my wife exactly one week later. I remember the waitress, trying to both refill our drinks (with shaking hands) and tell us what the sharply escalating buzz was about. She knocked a glass of water all over me, but seemed not to notice; her thoughts were elsewhere. The queue grew rapidly at the cash register as people left half-eaten meals to rush home to their TVs and Internet connections.
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