On the anniversary of what is surely the worst day most of us have lived through, I thought it might be a good idea to break my silence and write about some of the positive things that have been going on for me lately...
But before that, I'd like to share one simple personal memory of September 11, 2001: I spent the day wishing that I was my dog.
You see... to Hendrix, that Tuesday was as good as it gets. I came home from work about 7 hours early and sat on the couch all day watching television, with him curled up next to me, scratching his head. He was thrilled. He could do that every day.
To him, 9/11 was an absolutely wonderful, peaceful, serene day.
Oh, to be Hendrix.
Except for the part about being neutered.
jbg
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