I remember my wife waking me and saying, ‘A plane accidentally hit the World Trade Center’.
I remember saying, ‘No, it didn’t.’.
I remember going to the restaurant where I worked part-time and the customers requesting the news to be turned off because it was depressing.
I remember what the owner said in response.
I remember the TVs stayed on.
I remember hearing a performer making rude remarks about people from islamic countries.
I remember fearing for our Saudi friend’s safety.
I remember being angry.
I remember watching every plane longer than ever before.
I remember telling my wife that her day-trip was canceled, because I had just canceled it.
I remember that blue sky that day, those that Fall always brings.
I remember the arrangement I created for ‘America, the Beautiful’, and how I could never play it.
I remember asking if everyone was evacuated in time.
I remember the ‘No’.
I remember that nearly everyday I see the clock at 9:11.
I know that one day, no one will be here to remember.
For now: I remember.