Where were you on September 11, nine years ago today?
I was in
I had met her earlier at the New York Custom Knife Show. Among the drab, dressed-down, dark-clad New Yorkers here came this vivacious cute Southern girl in a bright red dress. It was a striking comparison.
Dave Culpepper was guiding a group of friends, makers and their families around
After that night I would usually ask the knifemaker’s wife how her daughter was doing, and from her I learned her daughter had graduated, gotten a job, and advanced her career until she was an anchorwoman in
So on Sept. 10 I was able to watch her on the 11 p.m. news.
It was still on that station the next morning. I walked into the room a few moments after the newsfeed started showing the smoke coming from the first tower.
I remember remarking, “That’s no accident, I’ve read too many Tom Clancy books to not know that this is some kind of attack.”
I was still watching when the second plane hit the building—and never left that room except to be sure we all topped off our auto gas tanks, just in case.
And as I sat there I recalled to everyone in the room about that long ago night in
And it did. As I watched those burning buildings on TV I recalled the night Dave had led us—to the observation deck—of the