How original, huh?
Everybody on the planet is probably writing a 10th anniversary of 9/11 blog today.
So sue me.
My Mom died in the North Tower that day, and I feel like I can write about 9/11 on it's anniversary. So shut up.
Everybody always asks if you remember what you were doing that fateful day....I sure do!
I was watching a documentary on the JFK assassination, then I switched over to one on the RFK assassination. I watched a bit of the OJ Bronco chase and most of Capricorn One.
And then the planes hit.
I've been a bit obsessive about it ever since (WOW! Ten years....went fast)
And today it hit me! I finally figured it out!
4 planes. Two hit the World Trade Center, one hit the Pentagon, and one crashed in a field.
Well guess what? Bin Laden wasn't after the Trade Center or the Pentagon....he wanted to destroy our fields!!
Our precious fields! Amber ways of grain. And stuff!
Ten years and I finally figured it out!
Our precious fields!
My mom could have been in that field.
Your mom could have been also.
(I wonder if our Moms would have liked each other? I wonder if they would have liked that field?)
And now....everytime I see a field I shudder (or do I shiver?) I always forget.
But I'll never forget this date, ten years ago, when evil tried to wreck our fields.
Field of Nightmares. Field of Dreams. Field of Tossing & Turning and Dying and Burning
::wipes away one lone salty manly tear::
Now I want popcorn.