The biggest thing about September 11 was that it didn't make sense. I
woke to My Better Half yelling to get up & come look on tv because a
plane had hit the World Trade Center. Like everyone, I was so confused
about how a plane would just accidentally strike a giant building.
Of course it wasn't an accident, and in the days afterward, I took
many walks with my dogs to clear my head. While I still haven't
succeeded in making sense of such a senseless act, I still remember the
absence of planes in the skies - how quiet it was.
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