9/11

I have to admit, I worry about all the different ways 9/11 gets used and sadly abused. But only a fool wouldn't stop and remember. For me, we were living in Washington, DC, and that morning, Cori was on her way to her job in the Capitol. When the first tower went down, she stopped and had a bad feeling about DC. Then decided to turn around and come home. But the worst part of the day was when we heard that our neighbor, a dear woman named Michele Heidenberger, was one of the flight attendants on the plane that hit the Pentagon. For me, that will always be one of 9/11's worst wounds.

So to all who lost -- and that's all of us -- we're thinking of you.