MEMORY ETERNAL for those we have lost!
On September 11th, 2001, I discovered that life can change on a dime and that I was more vulnerable than I’d known. On 9/11 I was living on Embassy row in Washington, DC, about three houses from the Vice President’s home. As that day began, before the world turned upside down and inside out, the day was perfect. The sky was a clear, deep blue, the temperature was exquisite, and all felt right with the world. Someone alerted me to events transpiring in New York City and in stupefied horror I watched at the second plane slammed into the tower. Only once before in my life had I watched something in stunned incomprehension, and that was the day that Jack Ruby shot Lee Harvey Oswald on live TV.
Once the third plane slammed into the Pentagon, in my own backyard so to speak, life in DC changed in…
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