It was Tuesday…it seems like yesterday. Time stood still. A beautiful September Day. Thoughts were on autumn football school and work.

We were living in a new house. Neva J was with us. Retirement was slowly getting closer. There were good times and hard times. The basement was done—as large as our former house. We sang the Jeffersons Song…Moving On Up To The Big Time…

Newsflash…a plane hit one of the World Trade Center Towers. We had visited them a little over a year before. Soon both Towers were hit. Obviously not accidents. Pandemonium. What next? Who next? Where does it end?

Neva J did not understand…neither did any of us. Fog reigned. Fear ruled. Life-altering change had come to us in a moment…

My stepfather had died. My mom could not live alone. We had to get a bigger boat… A new century. We are under attack. Is it World War III? Will there be nuclear bombs?

A Tuesday 23 years ago…