Seven years. It’s flown buy. I’ve gotten three new jobs and moved from one coast to the other in that time. Seven years ago today I was at work early when Jack Ham cam over to my cube and told me his wife called to say an airplane had crashed into the World Trade Center. We looked out the window and sure enough, there was the silhouette of the WTC as normal, but with a plume of smoke coming off of it. We thought it was an accident and then the second plane hit while we were watching the TV. ((In Andre’s cube was the only spot we could get over the air reception. That was right next to my cube. There were many people gathered around that spot all day. Later we’d go to a bar and then people that couldn’t get back into NYC stayed with those of us that lived in Westchester.)) Seven years ago the unthinkable happened. Seven years ago lives were changed. Today we go on. Tomorrow we go on. Forever, we never forget.