Normally, I take Mondays off. But seven years ago today, before Lydia was born, when Joshua was teething and I wasn't sleeping, I took a Tuesday too. I had crept out of the house early that morning to meet a friend at the golf course. We were half way through our round when back at the clubhouse we noticed a bunch of golfers peering through the windows at the TV in the bar. The Twin Towers in NYC had been hit. By something. Someone. Nobody knew who.
Our immediate reaction was to skip golf and go home to see if we still had one and if everyone in them was safe. Dates like July 4, 1776. December 7, 1941. June 6, 1944. November 22, 1963. And September 11, 2001 all evoke a powerful emotional response when simply mentioned. Where were you on 9/11? What was your response? What image has been permanently tatooed into your memory?