It seemed weirdly appropriate that, on the day after 9/11, I should encounter this on my way to work:
Well, at least I was going to work, not trying to escape. And I had the expectation, as I do nearly every day, that I will leave and make it home.
Nearly 3000 weren't so fortunate on that day 17 years ago.
Well, at least I was going to work, not trying to escape. And I had the expectation, as I do nearly every day, that I will leave and make it home.
Nearly 3000 weren't so fortunate on that day 17 years ago.
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