Not-So-Random Commuter Observations

I drove to work in the rain today. It wasn't a steady downpour but rather one of those intermittent showers where you end up turning your windshield wipers on and off. But it was raw and unpleasant.

One of the things about this day six years ago that I will always remember was how beautiful a day it was in the NY-metro area. My seat at work at the time had a window and I remember looking out at the clear, blue and cloudless sky as the reports came in about the attacks. I stared out that window a lot that morning because I didn't what else to do.

Today also happens to be my wedding anniversary. Fourteen years with the best woman I could have ever hoped to wed. The merging of these two anniversaries is bittersweet. And how those fourteen years seem to have flashed by in the blink of an eye.

And yet that particular day six years past seems so long ago.

Remember the innocent people just like you and me who went off to work that day and never came home. Remember the men and women who raced into danger, knowing full well that they might never escape it. Remember their families for whom this anniversary is the most painful.

And no matter how long ago it seems, always remember.

God speed.