On September 11 2001 I was focused on getting my two youngest kids to high school on time. I was halfway there when my oldest son called and asked if I’d been listening to the news. “Someone crashed a plane into a skyscraper in New York,” he said. I told him it had happened before. In 1945 a B-25 bomber flew into the Empire State Building in thick fog. But this was different. I turned on the radio to hear newscasters wonder how a pilot could not see the twin towers on such a clear day. Then the unthinkable happened. A second passenger jet hit the other tower. The rest of the day and most of the next week we huddled around television sets. We wondered if more attacks were coming. We wondered what kind of minds could have orchestrated such horror, and if they would ever be caught. Do you remember where you were ten years ago tomorrow?
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