I was not keen on recalling the events of ten years ago on September 11, particularly since we were going to be on a transatlantic flight landing in Rome on the anniversary.
But artist Marilyn Lanfear asked me to contribute to a group project, a book she was compiling of artists’ reflections about what they were doing when they first heard the news reports in 2001.
At first I thought, no story there. There was nothing out of the ordinary driving our daughter to school in the old minivan across the Olmos Basin listening to NPR.
But then I realized perhaps that was the point. The day the nation lost that feeling of security started off as simply another day, as it had for so many who lost their lives on the East Coast.
But for them. The day. Stopped.
Postcards from Barton Springs 