Like most mornings, I was listening to the radio in the minivan after dropping the kids off at school. The discussion, of course, was around today being the 12-year anniversary of the September 11 terrorist attacks.
Admittedly, I do not have the strongest memory. I am my mother’s son after all (sorry, mom), but I will always remember September 11, 2001 with vivid detail. Sarah and I were recently married (hey, at least I remember that date!). I was driving a delivery van for an off-site records management company (a job I held for several years), and I was getting ready to start my final year earning my undergraduate degree. Continue reading
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