I didn't mean to be insensitive by not mentioning 9/11, btw. For what it's worth, this blog entry will show up on 9/12, which is the day that I really experienced 9/11, since I was living in Japan. It was Louisa's birthday (my Liverpudlian friend) and it was the first day I didn't go into work, as I didn't want to listen to the other Westerners. As it turned out, they were decent at first. AT FIRST.
Anyhoo. Here's what I posted last year. Since the same 2 people read this in addition to my family, I am sure they read it last year and don't need me to repeat it this year. Utterly profound, especially how I segue from 9/11 to my having learned what "69" meant. Class, that's me.