tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8776899.post115798910825198116..comments2024-03-06T03:15:58.539-05:00Comments on <b>THE NEW REFORM CLUB</b>: My Own Private 9/11Hunter Bakerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14961831404331998743noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8776899.post-1158069501777748562006-09-12T09:58:00.000-04:002006-09-12T09:58:00.000-04:00Oh, you beat me to it, Fran. I read your blog last...Oh, you beat me to it, Fran. I read your blog last night and was going to link to it. It's quite a story.<BR/><BR/>I think remembering the personal details, even the weepy parts, is the only way humans can recapture what drove our resolve in those few months after 9/11. My anger came a couple of days later, and shocked me with its intensity. It shocked my friends. At one point I took it into the confessional. The priest told me it was no sin to seek justice.<BR/><BR/>It's also well to remember what many of us feared most in those few days following the attack was not that we would be hit again, but that the response would be the same stuff we'd seen for the past ten years. We'd arrest some terrorists and let the likes of William Kunstler defend them in federal court. We'd, in the now memorable phrase, fire a couple of cruise missiles up a camel's ass. And it was a reasonable fear, because we had not yet seen this new administration tested.Kathy Hutchinshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11851875819094837357noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8776899.post-1158053048002424452006-09-12T05:24:00.000-04:002006-09-12T05:24:00.000-04:00Yes, one can all too easily give in to the Weepy S...Yes, one can all too easily give in to the Weepy Side of the Force in remembering Black Tuesday.<BR/><BR/><A HREF="http://www.eternityroad.info/index.php/weblog/single/the_task/" REL="nofollow"><B>Or not.</B></A>Francis W. Porrettohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05862584203772592282noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8776899.post-1158010751829317592006-09-11T17:39:00.000-04:002006-09-11T17:39:00.000-04:00Nice story Kathy.It was my oldest kids' first day ...Nice story Kathy.<BR/><BR/>It was my oldest kids' first day at school; the first time we ever dropped him off at someplace other than friends or family ... I'll never forget that.<BR/><BR/>Out on the West Coast, things were happening while we were asleep. We were informed by a friend who told us to turn on the TV.<BR/><BR/>Being a news addict, this was like giving an alcoholic a bottle of vodka; the next six weeks or so of my life were full of anxiety, WAY more anxiety than it ought to have been.Barry Vanhoffhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04006891046091646808noreply@blogger.com