Twenty-one years after the fact, and I can’t see a cloudless sky without thinking of September 11, 2001. I remember that day and those that followed as having intensely blue and cloudless skies.
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Nancy, October 19, 1950.
“Who are we as a country?”
Michael Leddy
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Nos plus grandes craintes, comme nos plus grandes espérances, ne sont pas au-dessus de nos forces, et nous pouvons finir par dominer les unes et réaliser les autres. [Our worst fears, like our greatest hopes, are not outside our powers, and we can come in the end to triumph over the former and to achieve the latter.]
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I remember that cloudless sky as well. I had just dropped off my older (crying) daughter for her first day of preschool and was headed into the office in Boston. She's out of graduate school by a couple of years now and has started her career, but I'll never forget calling the office to alert people of what I'd heard on the radio on my drive. We had 5 people that left Boston's Logan Airport that morning for a business trip to NY. Fortunately, they weren't on AA11 and were all safe, though stranded in, I believe, Brooklyn.
I remember being on the phone with a friend (here in Illinois) who said, “I gotta go — a plane just crashed into the World Trade Center.” I assumed it was an accident, as when a small plane hit the Empire State Building decades ago. And then I put on the news and began to understand what had happened.
Blue, cloudless... and quiet.
Right — no planes.
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