Growing up I would hear people talk about how they remembered exactly where the were when they heard the news about Pearl Harbor or JFK getting shot.
20 years ago today I was in Dukes County MA Courthouse, researching in the Registry of Deeds when I heard the news. I had a contract job that summer as a Land Surveyor, which was a pretty good gig.
Weeks later I found out a college classmate was on Flight 175 with his wife and daughter. We had some common interests in college, he came to parties at my house, I remember him tagging along in a carload of friends to a Grateful Dead concert. Halcyon days.
I never met his wife or daughter. I think about the thousands of people and the massive loss for their families and the country that day. Never Forget.
