How do you write an annual blog post about September 11, 2001, one of the worst days in American history? I remember the incongruity of watching TV news coverage while young watchcats Rosie and Sammy chased each other. (As I'm sure you've guessed, this was part of their watchcat agility training.) I remember the general daze I felt, driving to work that afternoon for a staff meeting and waiting in the car, listening to KMOX and KWMU news coverage before I got out. At work that night, my thoughts kept alternating between "How insignificant all of this is, compiling sports box scores and stats," and "How lucky I am to be here, compiling sports box scores and stats." While driving to work for several weeks after that, I made sure to give the American flag on the St. Louis Science Center overpass a quick salute.
Craig Ferguson was right when he said, "America felt like a very small town that day." I wish my memories of that day weren't so sharp, but it's appropriate that they are.
