I don’t quite know why we’re getting started so early -like putting Christmas decorations up before Thanksgiving - recognizing the tenth anniversary of September 11th. Last year, the date crept up on me, and I didn’t realize until we passed a lawn at Pepperdine rolling with American flags, on our way to a hike in Topanga, that it was in fact September 11th. I don’t like calling it 9/11 because that term seems to too scandalous, too salacious, a headline constructed on thin, glossy paper, smeared across the cover of the National Enquirer. September 11th. Not 10th or 12th, but 11th. It’s not a holiday, nothing’s closed unless it happens to fall on a Sunday. Which, if I recall correctly, it has, for the past two years.
Perfect Sentiment, Thanks B