My deepest memories of Sept. 11, 2001, come from when I first learned about the terrorist attacks — I thought the guy ranting at the Burger King drive-thru as he handed me my breakfast sandwich was crazy — and from its aftermath a couple of months later, when I drove my mother-in-law to the airport in New York and could see from the distance the space in the horizon where the Twin Towers used to stand. Like everyone else, I watched the endlessly…
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