Remembering
BY GENA HUFF, Editor
Seventeen years ago. September 11, 2001. Do you remember what you were doing…where you were? I do. I remember.
My youngest daughter was two years old. She had come down with a bad cold and we had been up half the night. I woke up at about eight o’clock that morning. The television was on, which was strange. Usually, it was quiet after everyone else in the house had gone to school or work. The baby was with me. I guess she may have slept with me, or I with her. I held her on my hip.