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September 11th, 2007
09:43 am


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supergee reminds us that this is worth reading or re-reading: John M. Ford's 110 stories.

I do remember where I was, and what I did that day. I didn't know the ones who died, and yet, like everyone, I cried, and marveled at the ones who rallied -- toward the trouble, toward the pain.
We don't want to go through it all again, but neither do I think what followed followed, so to speak. And so we've yet to see a path to peace.

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Date:September 11th, 2007 02:30 pm (UTC)
What a lovely icon you have.

I had been driving around MI all night with Ben. He dropped me off and I checked yahoo news before going to bed, and there was a one-line article that said a plane had struck the world trade center. It made no mention of the size of the plane, so I thought it was another shmuck in a cessna, and immediately forgot about it in my search for blessed sleep.

I got one hour of sleep before Ben called and woke me up. After a shower, he and I spent the rest of the day until about 6pm at the Ground Round, watching the news on their large screen TV.

On Friday, I gave the best persuasive speech of my life, convincing Ben and Jeff that this was going to be a defining moment for our generation, and rather than rely on newcasters for our information, we should go see for ourselves.

We left friday night around 2 am, spent Saturday in NYC, drove an hour north to a campground for the evening, and then came home the next day.
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