Can it really be 13 years? It seems like yesterday to me...I was having coffee with a friend...my phone rang three times. I looked at it finally and saw it was a call from each of my three sons. I called my middle son back first since he was the first call---all he said was that something horrible had happened---he described it briefly, but told me I should get right
Read MoreNEVER FORGET I just so happen to be in New York. It's my hometown. Born in the city, returning every few years to visit friends and family, I will never grow tired of seeing the skyline come into view whether arriving by plane, by boat or by car. I will never forget the first time I arrived post 9/11 and the immense sadness I felt by the void created on that fateful
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