Memory is a strange thing. Never blessed with a photographic memory, as I have gotten older, I realize what I do remember are bits and pieces of things that when put together paint a picture of a day. Even those that change the world. Even one as monumental as 9/11.
Remembering Sept. 11 — 20 years later
Remembering Sept. 11 — 20 years later
Remembering Sept. 11 — 20 years later
Memory is a strange thing. Never blessed with a photographic memory, as I have gotten older, I realize what I do remember are bits and pieces of things that when put together paint a picture of a day. Even those that change the world. Even one as monumental as 9/11.