Paris: The Day After
The greatest generation was able to say, “This isn’t my first battle, sonny.” Is it odd that at under-40 I can say, “This isn’t my first terrorist attack”? On September 11, 2001, I was heading to Kansas City after a short trip to Texas. Sometime that morning two planes flew into buildings in NYC. Our plane, like every other plane in the air, was forced to land at the closest possible airport. I spent the next 3 days with strangers, and our first hours together were spent in front of a television, watching the towers come down over and over...
