I missed writing a post on this miserable anniversary list year, though the one from two years ago regarding everyone talking about how they experienced day through television still resonates.
So along that vein I’m not going to post a picture of a flag, or a black ribbon, or any of the photos from that day. Science tells us memory is intricately linked with the sense of smell, but for me it’s the sense of sound. This is what I kept hearing on the radio after that day, overlaid with the words of NYC witnesses:
