We had just helped my mom move to her retirement place, driving her car and a moving van down and flying back.... on September 10. It was my brother, my nephew, my son and myself, and believe me it went through my mind as they prepared the cabin for takeoff that it was probably not a good idea to have four family members on a plane together. September 11 was my first day back to work. The drive is about 30 minutes and I remember the morning so vividly. Fifteen minutes into the commute, at the exact moment the first plane was hitting the tower, I was overcome by a thought. "This is the most beautiful, perfect day. I can never remember such a clear, blue sky." I arrived at work and shortly after reporters started running downstairs to say, "A plane has hit the World Trade Center." And we all thought, oh, a small private plane. Our neighbors were in Bali that morning, on a business related trip. Their experience on that day was filled with danger. Americans were ordered out of their hotels. "Where are we suppposed to go?" We don't care was the answer. Somehow their group found someone that would take them to the airport where they waited. Think "A Year of Living Dangerougly." Their small children were back home in the U.S. with the grandparents and it was a tense time until they could return. Beanmomma - I'm sorry you're feeling alone. I noticed that hardly anyone spoke of the anniversary yesterday, choosing to reflect on the events quietly in their own way.

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Some beautiful pictures here today. Rosemary, that is great that you included the people in the picture. It really shows the size of that arch!! There are certainly a lot a beautiful places to visit here and in Canada. Wish I was super rich to go see them all!!!