Printed on and stacked, the where-I-was stories of 9/11 would reach past the moon. Some are interesting. Mine isn’t. I watched the disaster unfold from my parents’ home in Delaware, wrote a quick blog post reacting to it, then picked up my dad at his evacuated Philadelphia office, then went to Target to buy Love and Theft. We all thought about giving blood, but having lived in England one year previous, we couldn’t. End of story.
So let’s not waste time on mundane stories. There has been some awfully good chin-stroking, re-reporting, and analysis of the anniversary. Start with Spencer Ackerman on how to close the era of being terrorized.