Commentary: You never forget
I remember, as a kid, my parents and other adults talking about the “Where were you when JFK was shot?” question.
I never really grasped the import behind those conversations until September 11th, 2001, when my mother called the office where my father and I were working to tell us that something awful was happening in New York.
We got the call after the first plane had hit the towers but before the second. We hadn’t heard anything about the Pentagon yet, or Flight 93.