8:46 a.m.

8:46 a.m. EST. The moment the first plane struck the North Tower in New York City.

I remember that day quite distinctly. A beautiful fall day in Boston, the sky a blinding blue. And then......

"My generation is now the door to memory. That is why I am remembering." - Joy Harjo

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