Takes me a while to quell my anger and angst, so thinking on it I recall the morning as this: Was watching the NBC morning news, first reports were that a "small aircraft" had hit the World Trade Center. A shot of the building showing a rupture outlining a hole having the profile of an airliner. My first thought was: "That's stupid! That was no SMALL aircraft! And it's no accident." Mitsy was prepping to leave for work, time passed and the second strike occurred. I told Her then: "We're under a terrorist attack. Don't leave." She didn't listen, nothing like that was in her paradigm. She left for her office. As news of the Pentagon hit was out she called from her office to tearfully say she was coming home and asked what we should do. My response was that she should get home and we would go to a grocery store, stock up on canned stuff and wait for info on anything happening on the west coast. The Capitol was being evacuated in expectation of another plane coming in, a few heroic folks kept that from happening as we learned later, with a crater in Pennsylvania. My opinion of the response to the event and subsequent actions will be kept to myself, but know this; the people doing that deed think in terms of generations. We don't. This is not over.