I have been reading a lot of memories of 9/11/2001 on the internet today. I dug up some old video (kind of bad, but if you download it, you can hear the sound) of the Kelly when she was 7 years old and Christian when he was 5 years old, just three months before the attack on the twin trade towers. Grandpa Lauro and Grandma Conchita were visiting us when we lived in Sherwood, Oregon. It all happened right after I dropped them off at the airport in Portland and headed off to work in West Portland. Their flight got canceled and they had to take a taxi home. I listened on the radio after the first tower was hit, then made it to work at ESI in time to watch the second airplane fly into the second tower and the two towers both fall to the ground on live television. My sister Jean was in New York heading toward the towers when this all happened. They got stuck there for quite a few days before they could make their way home, but that is another story for another time.
Day: September 10, 2018
I hope I never get tired of seeing this out my office window. As I write this, I am looking at a doe and her fawn eating plums and apples a little bit further out in the yard.