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Red Or Blue It’s Gonna Get You

The twentieth anniversary of 9/11 is Saturday, a day that I don’t publish on. Therefore, I wanted to do a 9/11 article today. It has a different twist than the plethora of articles you will be hit with over the next few days but I think it gets to the essence of the real issue: a deadly threat to America.

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Yes, I Know It’s September 11th

I am very well aware of the fact that it is September 11th. I am of an age that I will always remember where I was (Tarpon Springs, Florida) and who I was with when I heard the news on that morning in 2001. Today’s article is far from a boilerplate 9/11 article but nonetheless it deals with inhumanity and what will doubtless be the loss of innocent lives. For that and a special “twist” at the end please come along. Continue reading Yes, I Know It’s September 11th

The Cumulative Factor

I was in Tarpon Springs, Florida on the morning of 9/11/01 when I got the word. On afternoon of November 22, 1963 I was in Cheektowaga, New York when I got that word. Most Americans know the first reference; all of my generation or older know the second. Perhaps we have come up with some sort of twisted way of commemorating September 11th this year. Today Bob Woodward’s book Fear is being released. Let’s explore.    Continue reading The Cumulative Factor

Fifteen Years Later

Fifteen years ago today became the day that lives in infamy as 9/11. I remember where I was (Tarpon Springs, Florida), what I was doing (talking to a customer named Bobby) and who informed me (a competitor named Mario). For all but the youngest voters this November I bet the same can be said. My two oldest granddaughters were 5 and 3 and only know of 9/11 from history and reading. They are among the brightest of their generation. The oldest is a Dean’s List junior in college; her sister is a college freshman who just graduated with honors from one of the top high schools in America this past June. (Okay, enough of Grandpa’s bragging.) The real questions are what if anything has changed and are we any safer today. Let’s explore. Continue reading Fifteen Years Later