I was living in Blaine, WA. Fired up my Monaco around 8 and headed to my cabinetry shop. Having only AM and one 6x9" in the dash, I couldn't hear the radio over my motor.. Which I enjoyed most mornings.
When I arrived at my shop, the other guys were crowded around one radio at one work station listening intently to what sounded like me to be religious radio... Like, fire and brimstone religious radio. I said "what the hell are you guys listening to now?" My buddy told me and used to being screwed with a bit, I didn't believe him but took my place next to the radio... We didn't get any work done that day... Just sat in awe, 7 Americans with very different backgrounds... Suddenly all too similar.
It was a day that changed the way I saw my country. That almost cellular memory of past conflicts, At home and abroad resides in all of us. It's the same cellular memory that can cement us together in the worst and best of times. My heart does and did go out to the lives lost on 911... The heroes, the executives, the travelers, the workers, the homeless.
I count my blessings. I work hard to be the best person I can be for myself and others. I like to think that my American great grandparents, grandparents and parents made me that way through any adversity they may have faced. I will never forget. Keep doing good, folks.