This post was originally published on Sept. 11, 2011, on a previous incarnation of this blog.

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The sky was so, so blue that morning, like it had been painted in Technicolor.

One of my classes showed some interest in talking about 9/11.

I assigned a few essays, but I realized, midway through class, that all of the works were in the year following.  There was nothing new, with perspective.  The readings were pure reaction from people like me.

I heard about a plane that crashed in the World Trade Center, Tower 1, before I left for work.  Reporters didn’t have a lot of information and it seemed like maybe a pilot lost control of a small plane.

“I have an idea,” I said.  “Post links to articles, videos, etc. that you find or have read.”  The minute I said this, I regretted it.  They seemed intrigued.  I wanted to take it back.

Traffic was slow.  It always was.  A plane flew low.  National Airport is a few miles away.  There are always low-flying planes. Sometimes they go fast.  I didn’t think anything of it.

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