It was a gorgeous day in Chicago. I walked in the park with my friend Ruth. We were too stunned to have a conversation, just remarks back and forth about how bewildered we were. Bill and Elsa were in New York. They eventually were able to rent a car and drove here.
Camille and Phyllis were in Paris. Their vacation lasted a week longer than planned. ( Not much of a “vacation” after the 11th.) I’m going to see her tomorrow and I’m still interested in her story.
Doris’ son worked in one of the towers. He didn’t go to work that day. I guess you can lay on many kinds of meaning to that, or randomness as I prefer.
I never thought we should go to war in Afghanistan and Iraq was even more of a disaster. How come we can understand that now, but those who knew at the right time were so despised?
Natalie wasn’t born yet. And now she is my hope.
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