A Traveler’s Reflections on 9/11

I’ve grown up in two worlds. In September 2001, I was 16 years old. The 11th was a Tuesday, and my friend Cary had just turned around in his chair to ask me for a piece of paper, as usual. It was just after 8:00am in middle Tennessee, and first period Spanish was just comingContinue reading “A Traveler’s Reflections on 9/11”