Many of us have our September 11th stories.
Part of my story has to do with the small prairie university where I was working as an English professor on the day the two towers fell.
In my typical last-minute panic to ready myself for teaching, I had been so preoccupied with handouts and lecture notes that I had not looked at the television or listened to the radio that morning. My first indication that something had happened was the tearful face of my secretary, who told me about the two planes and the conflagration in New York City.
She was the only person in the department whom I saw in tears that day.
Amongst the rest of my colleagues, a mood of barely-contained, gleeful vaunting was almost palpable. (more...)
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