Hard to believe that twelve years have gone by since that horrific day in New York when the towers went down and over three thousand people were killed. Twelve years. I wouldn't be surprised if every U.S. citizen doesn't have some sort of connection with one or more of the victims. One of my students, Amy King, and her husband were flight attendants for United that awful day. I remember her as a beautiful, joyful girl/woman. How senseless were the deaths of her and her husband and the thousands of others. Why can't the peoples of the world stop killing each other? Not wealth, power, or religious beliefs should be motives for such acts. Maybe one day we'll see the end of it.
I've always collected errors in diction, things people mis-hear, like "windshield factor" and "the next store neighbors." Years ago, one of my students wrote an essay in which she described the world as being harsh and cruel, "a doggy-dog world." I've since come to think she may have been more astute and accurate than those who describe it in the usual way. My Stories - Mobridge Memories -
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