...Then I got a call from home.
Switch to the news. "What channel?" It doesn't matter.
My father, a United Airlines pilot, had left the night before on a flight to Europe. It was one of those things that you had to figure that he was fine: He's a Marine aviator, with a penchant for being right, stubborn and always in charge. He'd make the wings fall off before he let some asshole take his plane from him. But until you knew that he had landed safely, you just weren't sure.
Nine years ago, at about this time, the world hadn't changed.
Then I saw the second plane go in live on television.
And life changed forever.
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