Sept. 12

Read this.

And please read this as well. We all have our stories of that day – and I’ve told mine – you’ve told yours – and I wasn’t into that this year. But please read her story (if you haven’t already – I know you have, Lisa!!) . She’s such a good writer. The bit about the priest passing out orange slices brings me to tears every time. Don. I love Don. We all had “Dons” that day – those of us who were here, and who were trapped in this or that place, surrounded by strangers.

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3 Responses to Sept. 12

  1. ricki says:

    Those were beautiful; thank you for posting the links.

    May we all – if we have the bad fortune to wind up in a disaster situation – be a “Don” to somebody else. And have someone to be a “Don” to us.

  2. steve on the mountian says:

    That shirt cuff drifting to the street belonged to one of the people remembered in THE 2996 PROJECT. An amazingly well-written and moving post.

  3. Mr. Bingley says:

    My gosh, what a tale. She is a great writer.

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