Quite frankly, I don’t feel the need to commemorate the 9/11 tragedy with endless media rehashing of the event. Even now, I dislike looking at the images of the towers being struck or on fire. I don’t know what that makes me—insensitive, overly sensitive, still in shock, perhaps—but I know that I lived through it, and I still have a Go Bag filled and ready for the “next” time “they” do something. And that is quite enough.
For those who are not like me, and wish to explore further, I do cordially invite one and all to read the two personal accounts that reside on this site.
(archived in literary, not blog, format, so read from the top down)
—Perspective: Sept. 11 by Adam Oestreich
May the terror that envelops rogue electronic devices and unassuming drugstore products abate with expedience.