The Post I Swore I Wouldn’t Write (9/11 Redux)

It is a beautiful morning in eastern Pennsylvania. As we walked down the drive to the bus stop, my son and I discussed the fog which was lifting and how he firmly believes that most painters get night time scenes wrong (there should be more blue, he said). As we heard the rumble of the bus in the distance, he adjusted his Phillies cap, grinned and took off. The girls were not far behind. Everything seemed so completely and utterly normal. I came back to the house and peered at the calendar. 9/11. And I remembered. We all remember. I …