9/11

Gas was $.88 cents that Tuesday morning down the hill from my house, and I had a cross-country meet scheduled for that afternoon. There was not a cloud in the sky that day, and while I had heard of Osama Bin Laden and al-Qaeda, he was not nearly my top concern that morning as I picked up my friends for school. I was a senior at Easton Area High School and there were probably a hundred things on my mind ahead of terrorism on the morning of 9/11/01.

I have nothing overly profound to say, 16 years later. There is very little that has not been written already, that can be written. There is nothing new to write about the 3,000 lives lost. There is nothing new to write about Iraq and Afghanistan. There is nothing new to write about the changes in every day American life. There's nothing new to write, so all I try to do is remember each year. I remember sitting next to my friend Tarin, in Latin 1, watching it unfold.

That's all I can do now- remember.