September 11, 2011
Today marks the 10th anniversary of the terrorist attacks on NYC and Washington. It's a solemn day of reflection and remembrance for all of us, and you'd be hard pressed to find anyone who could not tell you where they were when the world changed.
It was an incredibily beautiful, blue-sky day, and I was taking our cat Prudence, who was in the throws of treatment for feline diabetes, back home from a trip to the vet for a check up. As with most mornings, I was listening to WHAM1180, Rochester's most- listened-to AM station, when the coverage began. Listening closely, I tried to piece together what was going on. By the time I reached work, my coworkers were huddled around the computer and we were all in shock, trying to make sense of the events as they unfolded.
The 10 years following the attacks have been so bad for many aspects of American life: lives lost to war, a plunging economy, high levels of joblessness, increased (and many times, in my opinion, absurd) levels of airline security. Sometimes it's hard to keep our chins up. I think there have been a lot of governmental mistakes made over the last decade by an administration that used the terrorist attacks to further personal agendas borne of paranoia and arrogant desire. But that's a topic for another day.
For today, we remember. We will move on, but we will never forget. September 11, 2001