Could not forget, even if I wanted to... some people I know never made it out of the towers. My mom was supposed to be at work on the 100th floor of the North Tower (her bank had office space rented until 15 Sept), but their midtown offices were finished early so she was not there. My dad, a plumber, was working down on Liberty Street and was very close to the towers when it all went down, mostly helping injured folks to get help and get clear. He had to leave his van behind, and went back for it later. I was a grad student at the University of Maryland then; my then girlfriend/now wife was on her way to school too (George Washington University) right across the river from the Pentagon and very close to the White House--as you can imagine she was stuck in the madness that gripped the Capitol. As a New Yorker, I felt a deep sadness and anger; my city was attacked--which felt more personal... yes, my country was attacked, but to see my city burning and crumbling--places that I've known intimately and having family in the mix... well, I'm not ashamed to say the events of Sept 11th brought tears to my eyes for 2-3 months daily... even now, I cannot share this with you without deep emotion. So no, never forget... I certainly can't. Thanks for the thread and the warm camaraderie.
