One year ago today, I got in the driver’s seat of a car that my mother paid for and gave me and drove from Portland, Oregon to Los Angeles, California to (at most) flourish and (at least) not die. Ten years ago today, some normal-sized people hijacked some normal-sized planes and flew them into…
That’s pretty much our thoughts on 9/11 exactly, minus the Hitler interpretative dancing and we didn’t live in Portland (still, Hitler can suck it).