For the years after 9-11, I always remembered my mom's birthday which comes three days afterwards, September 14th. This Wednesday she would have been 86, but she died back in June.
She first found out about it while watching TV. Later she had a doctor's appointment. The doctor's young daughter had been sent home from school when it closed and she was waiting in the waiting room and visibly upset. Mom comforted her.
I just looked out the window and the sky looks a lot like it did that Tuesday 15 years ago. That was the clearest, bluest sky I had ever seen.
Being an account of some things I'm interested in, what I'm doing, and reflections on my past, especially music.
Listen to this man. Seven years of college, you know. Trying to reason with 2020 and, now, 2022.
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