If it's all the same to you, I'm trying hard NOT to remember September 11th. The day itself sucked, and truthfully, I'd rather not think about it.
With that said, the one image that sticks indelibly in my mind's eye from that time isn't from the actual day itself at all. It's from being in and around Hoboken in the month or so immediately after the attacks. Seeing all of those posters, the "Have you seen my..." husband, wife, son, daughter, etc.
That was the worst, if you ask me.
"You may say I'm a dreamer, but I'm not the only one..."
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