Part of the Solution

Idealistic musings about eDiscovery

9-11: We Remember

On September 11, 2001, I was in San Diego. My wife was in Denver. My mother was in Washington, DC, across the Potomac from the Pentagon. My father was in midtown Manhattan.

At the end of the day, all four of us were safe, and we all (eventually) made it home safely, and that’s more than the families of 2,977 other people were able to say on that day.

An American flag hung at the ceiling of the Gr...

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My wife and I visited Manhattan in October 2001, and the most heartbreaking memory I carry is seeing the inside of Grand Central Terminal and its shopping arcades, filled with makeshift kiosks bearing photos and “Have You Seen This Person” handbills.

But I also remember the resolve on the faces of New Yorkers, particularly the police and firefighters who were guarding “the pile” at Ground Zero. It’s hard to remember, in today’s climate of partisan bickering, how united we all were back then. We were all Americans, and that was enough.

Today is significant, not because we reconnect with one tragedy, but because we reconnect with nearly three thousand of them. Perhaps someday, we will be able to reconnect with our sense of unity, too.


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