Back in Virginia, especially working for Arlington County, 9/11 was always a big deal. I remember every community having their own little 9/11 memorial, and on this day, their own ceremony of sorts. It seemed everyone in Northern Virginia had some sort of three-step connection to someone who died that day, and I knew folks that actually watched the plane fly over their heads on the way to the Pentagon. Now, I'm not all weepy sentimental, so I was surprised today that I missed some of that ceremony and the retelling of some of those stories.
I guess the point is that our move to Indiana has resulted in this being the first year since 2001 that 9/11 didn't really make much of an impact - back at MHz it was always retelling of stories or noticing that some coworker was taking the day off. At Arlington, it was a big part of our job to cover the big bell-ringing on Courthouse Plaza that would be attended by hundreds. There was a moment of silence, flags hung on office buildings, and it seemed to be all over the TV. I guess somehow here, 500 miles away from New York and Arlington, 9/11 is more a conceptual attack on values or something like that and less a plume of smoke visible from your window. And I'm not sure how I feel about that.
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