"I was at my desk, early."

On Sept. 11, 2001 I had just sat down at my desk, a soothing beverage at my elbow and a copy of the Wall Street Journal and Investor's Business Daily in front of me, ready to confront the day's labor.

That's when I heard the news.

As I mentioned last year, I had a friend die that day. Interestingly enough, in looking up stuff to help me compose a post, I ran across the blog of a priest in New Jersey who was, at the time, assigned to the parish where my friend and his family attended Mass. Father Toborowsky expresses my feelings rather well.

-J.

P.S. DIH also has a particularly worthwhile post.

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