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voices

Little by little, I'm getting the contributions for Voices posted.

There's a few new ones today, which I think you should all read. An especially interesting story is Wayne's, who describes it as Rip Van Winkle tale.

Wayne was canoeing in Minnesota with some friends and did not find out about the attacks until that Friday. Imagine asking what happened?and being hit with all that information at once.

I'm up to 110 stories, not including last year's contributions. Thank you, everyone. Keep them coming. It's part of never forgettig.

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Comments

110 Stories. That's how tall the towers were. Might be a good subtitle for Voices.

I had the same first reaction as Pete, but immediately after realized: Nope, two towers. Go for 220.

sigh 110 stories.

I liked Wayne's story. I have often felt like 9/11 was some sort of "reality quake", in which the tectonic plates of alternate universes had ground together and somehow we were all left stranded in this universe where these sorts of things happen.

That must have been what Wayne and his friends felt---as if they'd paddled out of their universe and into a different, but very similar, one.

Cf. Murray Leinster's "Sideways in Time" from 1934.

I wish I could summon up the strength to write something about that day, but I just can't. Maybe it's still too close or maybe it's something else. It's still a raw nerve that I can't seem to get beyond.

I don't think I'd ever gotten the thought to coalesce, but Angie did. That's exactly how it feels. We're all stuck in a similar, but wrong, universe.

I'm procrastinating about writing mine because I don't want to think about it. I know it was good for me to do it last year, but I'm having a hard time with it.

It's hard not to think about what happened two years ago, so much has changed...America has changed. Every time the media tolls another US soldier killed while defending the rights of ALL Americans to exist... I am taken back to that Tuesday morning...when 3,000 more lives were taken, and I simply add more to this list. This is why we must never forget.