Listen to this man. Seven years of college, you know. Trying to reason with 2020 and, now, 2022.

Sunday, September 11, 2011

Observing 9-11: At the Munger-Moss Motel

Ten years ago today, I was teaching 7th grade social studies in Round Lake, Illinois, when I heard. That became the lesson for the day as well as for the next several days. Forget the lesson plans.

I saw the Baby Blues comic strip today. Striking. Baby Wren has just stacked up building blocks into two towers. Her mother Wanda has her hand over her heart. Father Darryl is just standing there with a solemn look on his face. Her brother Hammie and sister Zoe are looking solemn too, but they would have been too young to know.

Talked about it in the lobby of the Munger Moss Motel here in Lebanon, Missouri. Everybody remembers where they were and what they were doing.

Liz has her shirt with the firemen raising the flag.

We're disappointed that we can not put the US car flag on the window as its slot is too small to fit on the new Malibu.

A Day I Won't Forget.

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