I remember sitting on the other side of Boston Harbour on the eve of September 11th, watching planes start and land while drinking a beer. I have often thought:

I remember sitting on the other side of Boston Harbour on the eve of September 11th, watching planes start and land while drinking a beer. I have often thought: please, god, take me back to that evening, let me call the police and tell them what will happen the next day. Then I think: they wouldn't have believed me anyway and arrested me instead. I will never forget the days of chaos that ensued. Boston is close to NYC. We knew back then that things would be very different from then on. For at least a year I would open news pages and except something terrible terrible until that fear faded slowly over time.