9/11: Now and Then

     Having spent 9-11-2001 watching the towers fall in NYC back in the days when I worked for a publisher in the famous Flatiron Building at 23rd Street, wondering if my firefighter stepbrother was alive, hoping my husband who had changed trains beneath the WTC that morning was safely at work elsewhere, and huddling around a car hearing news of the Pentagon and alleged planes headed to destroy the White House, I can only say that spending 9-11-2013 watching my son do his math homework was sheer joy. And I rarely use the words "math" and "joy" in the same sentence.