Okay, now that I've had a day to cool my jets, it's time for my 9/11 story since it really strikes close to home.
Every year since the divorce (1998 I think) my dad and I would venture up from B'more to NYC for a week or so. We'd go to the zoo, see Off Broadway shows and eat in east Soho. One year he finally convinced me to go to the trade center ( Read more... )