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icebluenothingIt's a fairly typical question I get asked throughout the day as a
cashier: "What's the date today? ... Is today the seventh?"
Ordinarily the question doesn't bother me. But today --
Maybe it's because I'm the child of two World War II veterans. Whatever the reason, I know. I know what today is.
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On the other hand, it's strangely calming to think that someday, decades from now, September 11th could come and go quietly, unnoticed, a bright cold fall day like any other. With enough time, the blood washes off.
