12 years ago today, I had taken the kids to school. Then I came back home to get ready to go to class at the community college. It was the beginning of the second week of the first year of going back to college for me. The TV was off, and I was putting a pork roast in the crock pot before leaving for classes. Ralph called and asked if I had the TV on? “No. Why?” “We’re under attack,” he said.

I turned it on and it was just after the second plane had hit the second tower, and Katie and Matt were speculating that it might not be an accident, it probably wasn’t an accident, but something more sinister.

Then I went to school, and between classes, students were standing around the TVs on campus watching the towers fall again and again.