Saturday, January 15, 2011
Nine Years Old
I had an experience on September ll, 2001 which was not as miraculous as the arrival of a child, but it likewise gave me a lasting hopeful perspective. My friend Meg and I set out early on a long-planned plein air trek. When I stopped at her house to pick her up, I turned off the radio news so we could talk. As we drove out to our beautiful destination we were delighted that it was a pitch-perfect blue sky day. All morning through the early afternoon we were nourished by a glorious peaceful setting. We had no idea of what was unfolding in New York, Washington D.C. and Pennsylvania. The idyll came to an abrupt end when we stopped by an antiques shop close to our plein air scene before heading back to Lexington. The shop owner questioned whether she should be open and the radio was prominent. The word "triage" hit me and I wondered what had happened; certain that it must have happened in the Middle East. Meg and I had a hard time understanding all this information. We were totally dumb-struck. The shop owner was incredulous that we were so clueless. We went to the car and headed home in a state of disbelief (and listening to the radio). How could anyone think of flying an airplane into a skyscraper? I still don't understand that.