remembering 9=11

Today is September 11, a day that almost anyone born in the last century remembers clearly.  Hard to believe that my oldest grandson was only three months old when the 9-11 attacks happened.  I think it's interesting how clearly a person remembers certain events.  For me, the two most memorable national events in my lifetime were the assassination of President Kennedy and 9-11.  By memorable I mean that I can remember exactly where I was and what I was doing when I heard the news.  When the assassination happened I was working in the basement of the Ball State University library.  (More about that creepy place another time.) When the first plane hit on 9-11, I was running around getting ready for work while my husband watched the morning news.  I remember him calling me into the family room to see something big that was happening in New York.  I told him I didn't have time but he insisted saying he thought this might be really important.  Needless to say, I didn't make it in to work until much later that day.