Where Were You?

I was on a station an hour south, not sleeping, not eating, not sure of what would come, breathing WTC ash, among other things.

It probably wasn't a good idea, not sleeping or eating in those days, merely a year post-op from where I'd been. But nobody slept. And we all functioned. I crawled into my Bible and I took walks through the autumnal majesty and I ate Mack and Manco's pizza with my Uncle John.

I bought my laptop and a train ticket to DC to do my part for the economy.

I relive that morning every year. I bet you do, too.