Seven years

     What I most recall about that day: the perfect blue sky... the slow dawning as we watched NBC coverage at the ad agency where I worked... driving to the grocery at lunchtime, picking up a bag of chips, and parking my car under a tree on the street, listening to NPR, and crying... talking to my father that evening, who was very nearly speechless... waking up with M at 3:30 the next morning, crying in bed... crying all week... all month... into Christmas... feeling helpless.

     I'm watching the rebroadcast now, and I still cry, and I still feel helpless. Helpless and, in light of the disastrous failure of our leaders over the last seven years, furious.