Today I read the phrase, "Fifty-one weeks ago you had never heard of Al Qaeda, you'd probably never given the World Trade Centre a second, or even a first thought. Ah...those were the days." Except I had given thought to the World Trade Center. Lots of northern Jersey kids, including me, had a father who worked there for at least a little while. We went on class trips there. In fact, the World Trade Center framed my earliest definition of a Big City: a place where you can look up at a building and it never ends. I used to have a glossy postcard of it. I still have a photo of the skyline I snapped from the window of a car in Newark in the early 90s -- without a zoom lens, even the Twin Towers were tiny, but unmissable. Driving from Jersey to New York, you could always pick them out and know you were getting close.

I've been to the Pentagon, too.

Time to stop thinking about this.