My whole life it's been: "where were you when JFK was shot?"
I was two and a half so I was probably making a fuss about
something and/or picking my nose and eating it too.
For the last ten years however, the question has been,
where were you on 9/11? That, I remember like it was this morning.
There have been other notable events since JFK in
my life, such as MLK, RFK, walking on the moon,
Bruce Jenner winning the decathlon, John Lennon,
the Aussies taking the America's Cup,
the Challenger tragedy, the Berlin Wall. Nothing will stick so
clearly in my mind as the events of that picture-perfect Tuesday
morning in September 2001.
It was such a Goddamn beautiful, clear, dry, blue-skied morning.
This picture is another one worth a thousand words.
Or 2801 names. Besides those in Virginia and Pennsylvania.
I'm familiar with the man who created this sculpture, and it's
no coincidence that this figure remained peaceful amid such chaos.