It's hard to believe that it's been seven years since "the" September 11th. A day that certainly changed our lives, and we were nowhere near New York. I remember a student coming in telling me a plane hit the World Trade Center. Then the announcements came on and asked us to have all TVs and computers turned off, so I wasn't sure what happened. I remember listening in horror to the talk radio on my (then) hour drive home, and when I walked in the house, I burst into tears. I made a scrapbook of the occasion that has all the names listed of people who lost their lives.
What else can you say?