A silent prayer for this day, when we call recall where we were ten years ago.
I recall being at work, bored enough to give my mother a quick call. “Something’s going on in New York,” she said, for she had just turned on the morning “news” shows. Working in the library of a college, I went down into the basement, to one of the classrooms — classrooms contained TV sets (with full cable!). It wasn’t long before the second plane crashed into the second tower of the World Trade Center. Brings tears to my eyes to recall that I stood, in that small, deserted classroom, in the basement of a short brick building in the middle of Northern Vermont suburbia, and watched the towers shudder – than crumble to the ground.
May no one in the world live through such a day again.