It
was the beginning of my sophomore year in college. The weather
that day was incredible - blue skies with light fluffy clouds
scattered about, and just enough of a hint of autumn to refresh the
soul. I was driving from my home in Nashville to Murfreesboro
(about a 30 minute drive) when I first heard the news.
The
first report seemed rather bland and somewhat uneventful, since early
reports were cautious. My favorite morning show at the time
(John Boy & Billy) interrupted their usual banter to announce
that a plane had crashed into the World Trade Center. My
initial thought was that it was a small 2-5 seater, not an airliner.
Remembering the first bombing of the WTC, I said aloud to myself
"Can't the twin towers catch a break?"
