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.

My blog that week

(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.