The little fountain between the towers
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September 9, 2026 1:00 AM
Much has been written, and much more will be written, about September 11, 2001. Most of those stories come from the perspective of adults. This one technically does too. But as we approach the 25th anniversary of that day, I find myself reflecting on how it lodged itself in the mind of a 12-year-old boy from North Idaho.
Growing up, Tuesdays were always the worst day of the week. Monday still carried a sense of freshness. Wednesday marked the midpoint. Thursday was buoyed by the promise of Friday. To borrow a line from George Costanza, Tuesday had no feel.
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