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On that day, I was laid up with a severely sprained and twisted ankle, pretty much unable to move and in dire pain whenever my ankle wasn’t elevated. I did have some awareness that my brother Tim might be in his company’s home office in NYC, the World Trade Center towers, but actually I didn’t think a lot about that at the time. Many people I knew/was aware of worked in Manhattan were in the writing and publishing industry, and I was concerned for them. And, I will admit, not so much for those who died as for those who loved or cared for them and were still alive.
And I was concerned for the consequences. I wrote two pieces in response to the attacks on NYC and the Pentagon, both reproduced in the RECENT PROSE section of this blog: In the Wake of Terrorism (originally published by Moondance eZine) and The Stories We Tell (originally published in 2002 in The High Plains Reader, before there was an electronic edition). The ensuing years have been unfortunate. I still am convicted that there was a better path than the one taken.
