I can't believe it has been ten years since we woke up to the incomprehensible sight of a plane hitting one of the World Trade Centers in New York. It is both just yesterday, and an age ago.
My mother said today that she hoped we would be out of town, out of DC all this weekend. I couldn't figure out why, at first. I thought, there's no hurricane coming. Then I realized she was talking about this tenth anniversary of 9/11. No, Mom, sorry. We are not leaving. I refuse to be paranoid, refuse to be afraid. This is my home, and we have things to do.
I don't have anything profound to say, no story to retell. I already said my piece earlier this year, as it happens. I will spend this 9/11 as I have all the others since 2001: quietly remembering.
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