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.
Posted by sheila | TrackBackThose 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.
Posted by: ricki at September 12, 2006 10:18 AMThat shirt cuff drifting to the street belonged to one of the people remembered in THE 2996 PROJECT. An amazingly well-written and moving post.
Posted by: steve on the mountian at September 12, 2006 11:04 AMMy gosh, what a tale. She is a great writer.
Posted by: Mr. Bingley at September 12, 2006 12:42 PM