Sunday, September 11, 2011

The clear blue sky

Ten years ago, I was driving across town on an absolutely gorgeous clear September morning.  I had left pretty early to get to my graphic design job, I knew there was a lot of work to do on this catalog I was designing.  I had NPR on in the car, and news was really boring, to the point that I was literally thinking that they were really looking for material to fill out the hour of Morning Edition.  A little later, after all hell broke loose, the catalog didn't seem to matter so much.  I took a walk in the sunshine, thinking that you never know what's going to come out the clear blue sky.

Every generation has a few defining events, those things we can all say we remember where we were when we heard it.  My mom talks about vacuuming when she heard about JFK, I'm sure I won't forget where I was when I heard about the planes.