If there was any commentary in the media regarding the anniversary of this date, I didn’t catch it. I didn’t read a newspaper or click on the television . . . deliberately. Instead, I spent the day remembering my son and my best girlfriend who were born on this day long before it became nine-one-one.
I talked with both Kevin and Carol to learn what each had planned in the way of birthday acknowledgement. My son was going to his favorite restaurant with his best girl for lunch . . . and then back again for dinner too. Sarello’s is worth visiting twice in one day, and last year when Kevin turned forty I was there. Today I’m there in spirit only.
Carol was going to the doctor’s, something I absolutely would never do on my birthday. But then she and her husband were also going to dinner. I don’t know if either Kevin or Carol will have waiters gather round their table, offer the token birthday dessert, and sing off key. If I were there, I would excuse myself and arrange this bit of silliness in their honor, although I suspect neither my son nor my friend would like it as much as I always do.
My hope is that anyone else who has a September 11 birthday does something special to acknowledge it. And I also hope anyone who was directly impacted by the terrible tragedy that occurred on this day does something special to acknowledge that too.
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