September 11, 2007
September eleventh. Sure, Iíll write about, for once. Six years ago today I had slept until one in the afternoon. I woke and turned the TV on because at that time I was accustomed to watching a particular soap opera every day. Disappointment set in with the sound of a newscaster showing no signs of reprieve. I had no idea what was going on. Images surfaced and I grasped nothing. I only wanted to watch my show, my only concern. I was angry. Then I sat and watched for ten minutes. Finally it hit me, like planes hitting the towers.