5th Anniversary

My dad called me about 6:50 AM MDT five years ago today.

Disbelief followed by horror.

I was in the shower when the first tower fell. My wife told me it was gone and I said that wasn't possible.

I went to school for an 8:30 class because I figured someone in even a modest authority position ought to show up. A few kids just didn't get it.

We got as much money out of the bank as we could, and filled up on gas before 9:30. Did you?

We always have contrails in the sky here - but they stopped that day, and didn't reappear for a few more.

I didn't find out if my cousin survived for several days afterwards.

A guy I knew a little from university worked for Cantor Fitzgerald, and was at work that morning.

Our two-year old thought that was a pretty cool week because there were always trucks working on TV.

He is fortunate to live in a place where he can still like trucks. God Bless America.