I was 27 on September 11, 2001 and filled with all of the sense of invincibility that comes with being 27. I was driving back to my townhouse in Alexandria, Virginia coming from Frederick, Maryland.
It was a stunningly beautiful morning and I had the windows down and sunroof open listening to whatever was in my CD player (most likely Bowie at that time). I pulled over at a gas station in Maryland to use the bathroom and as I walked out of the convenient store I saw the cashier glued to a small TV and I heard Tom Brokaw’s […]
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