This post is inspired by Jonathan Fields’ 9 Years Later, The Air Still Thickens. Probably the first time I’ve read a post and all the comments through to the end…
I think the commenter Pete has a good reminder point for all of us who are practicing sharing ourselves through writing and shouldn’t be called an asshole for saying so.
Where were you?
I was getting ready for my wage-slave gig, in my master bedroom, with Good Morning America blaring through the big blue tube. I couldn’t see the TV but what I was hearing got me to stop what I was doing and look to see if it was real. I sat down slowly on the edge of the bed and watched. I immediately thought about my best friend who told me she was headed to NY and freaked out. Calling her hysterically, leaving “where are you?” messages.
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