Tuesday, September 11, 2007

On it goes

Six years ago, I awoke on vacation in Fifield, Wisconsin in the "Blue House Bed and Breakfast". When I turned on the television, I saw a plane fly into the World Trade Center. Bleary-eyed, I wondered what movie was on so early in the morning. Life changed, but it goes on. It's the best tribute we can make to those who died and have died for someone's inane cause.

1 comment:

ron v. said...

I was on a business trip and stopped at my first customer. I introduced myself to the receptionist. She stared at me, I guess being so upbeat, and finally said, "You don't know, do you?" Then she proceeded to tell me about the planes hitting the World Trade Center.

Funny thing is I don't remember who the customer was, but I recall the moment vividly.