September 11, 2002... Driving to work this morning, I was reminded of my drive to work exactly one year ago for it was then that I first heard of the plane crash into the Tower. I remember thinking it was some sort of accident, but clearly remember how I felt later, as I knew the truth and watched the fires on TV. Today will be hard for a lot of people. I'm glad we're commemorating the occassion, but, personally, I do not wish to re-live the events. I have no desire to watch those burning buildings again, although I am almost sure I will see it being re-broadcast throughout the day. They have already re-broadcast the radio shows of last year. My plans for the night will be babysitting my friend, Mary's, little girl, Emily, while her and her husband play with the National Guard band at Pioneers Park. Is that patriotic enough?