Remembering

I was having a cup of coffee in the living room of my rowhouse in Baltimore, Md. On the television set was the ABC network's morning show. That was much to the vexation of my stepdaughter, who would have preferred the more appropriate Clifford the Big Red Dog.

It was 8:45 in the morning; she and I would soon be walking to her school.

A breaking news report interrupted the program.

My stepdaughter remained home that day with my wife and me.

It was September 11, 2001.

Remembering.