25th Anniversary of 9/11 and The Man With The Red Bandana
It's the 25th anniversary of the 9/11 attacks. 25 years! For those of us who were there, it's hard to capture the thoughts and feelings that gather in mind, heart, and soul. After the first few years of those special ceremonies, some have passed perhaps not unnoticed, but, well, just passed with only bit of recollection and then it was on to the day's work. But this one seems different. It must be the 25 years. I wasn't in the towers. But my office was only a few blocks south, in a building next to the Staten Island Ferry, right on the water. I exited the subway and within seconds the second plain hit. That's how the work day began - what would, of course, not be a work day. Something strange in that moment: I had just learned of the phenomena of "rogue thunder" - apparently something rare, a clap of thunder that can occur in an otherwise clear sky. And, oh, the sky was as clear and blue as it had ever been! So the first second or two, the thought occurre...
