I'm thinking not so much about where I was that day, but about what went on yesterday, on the 6th anniversary. It was pretty much another Tuesday unless you turned on the TV.
I pretty much forgot 9/11 was coming up until last weekend. When I woke up yesterday, I thought about putting up my flag, but I couldn't find the damn flag in my messy garage. As I got in the car to go to work, I noticed none of my neighbors had flags flying either, so I felt better about not being the only one who didn't exactly remember or commemorate the day.
Then I read something on a news site about how we Americans seem to have forgotten this event, and how the signs around the Freedom Tower construction site talk about all the square footage of office space that will be created, 'cause after all, it's all about the real estate. And about how we so completely cleaned up and sanitized the site that if you didn't know better, you'd swear that nothing had ever happened, that nothing had ever been there before.
And somewhere on the chain-link fence that surrounds the site is a sign with the names of all the victims, in tiny print that you can hardly read.