7 years ago tonight, I had an appointment for work.
It was on the outskirts of Liberty, North Carolina, a small town about 15 miles from my home.
I did my work. I headed back home, and filled my car up with gas.
Why do I remember these mundane details? Because the next day was 9/11. My mind works like that: when a big event happens, I remember a lot of peripheral details around it, too.
A thousand years from now, folks will study the events of 9/11. We lived through them.
I wish 9/11 could have been just another mundane day. I wish it could have been remembered in history for the minor details of the New York City mayoral race.
But it wasn't to be. Be thankful for dull news days. I wish 7 years ago tomorrow morning could have been dull. Remembering the events of that sad day bring sadness, even now.
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