As the politicos and celebrities wax poetic about what they were doing, where they were, and how they felt on that fateful morning 10 years ago, I was busy.
As the news was overrun with stories about memorials, ceremonies, and flashbacks, I wasn't noticing.
While the rest of the nation, according to everything on TV and the internet, was mourning/remembering 9/11/01, I was not.
I searched for a place to live because I'm building a house. I went and saw my builder to check on the custom shower we're crafting. I spent US Dollars on Texas Seasoned Leg Quarters from HEB, and took them to my next-door-neighbor's house. We grilled chicken and potatoes while the women-folk, in shorts and sandals, made macaroni & cheese and a salad. We drank beer, and watched football.
Oh, and I was carrying a gun the whole time.
And that is how I spent the 10th anniversary of the most horrific event to take place on American soil in my lifetime. I lived.
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