We are within a where-were-you on 9/11 moment, hour, day. This is a time to conjure into focus the actions of those others who injured us beyond telling. Who changed our conception of living in an impregnable fortress protected by oceans on both sides and icy distances to the North. Our underbelly to the South, we viewed with some unease. We used to be armored in complacency for the most part.
I was on my way to work when the first plane struck the first tower. I was watching television, there, when the second one hit.
I telephoned home to ask if the news was on. Yes, it was. We were all moving into our new reality with live coverage and one breathless comment at a time.
If time dulls the effect of that morning, if it passes from living memory, we can always be reminded.
The events were rebroadcast, with the same real-time correlation, on television this morning.
Now, I remember. Again.