Good Morning and welcome to the rain!

On the morning of Sept. 11, 2001, a 2-year old boy and I were looking into the engine of a car. The vehicle in question was leaking antifreeze and oil. Both needed to be refilled as we tried to squeeze every last mile out of the thing.
So, while pouring in the green liquid, a neighbor poked his head around the corner and said something about Howard Stern talking about something happening in New York.
I blew it off while trying to figure out why a 60-something year old neighbor was listening to Howard Stern.
Slowly, I gathered the boy up and went back inside, where the phone was ringing (these were the days be forever EVERYBODY had cell phones).
Kathleen, with a rather somber voice, asked if I knew what was going on. I mentioned about the neighbor talking about Howard Stern and how I was thinking about going for a walk.
Kathleen then told me to go upstairs and turn on the television.
So, the 2-year old and I walked up to the third floor and turned on the TV.
The images, as everyone knows, were frightening. There were reports of more planes being hijacked. About the possibility of attacks in Los Angeles, Florida, Washington D.C., more in New York. This was, after all, before we were inundated fully with a 24-hour news cycle.
Now, eight years later, the 2-year old is a fifth grader with plenty of questions.
Liam wants to know what the World Trade Center looked like. Kathleen, having gone to school in New York, can paint a picture with her words like I can't.
Liam wants to know where the towers are now. Liam wants to know how many other things happened that day. Liam wants to know if it's safe to fly.
I can answer all those questions. I can show him video of the attacks. I can let him read about what happened that week, month, year.
Inevitably, Liam will ask why it happened. He'll ask why anybody would intentionally try to hurt people (be it here, Iraq, Israel, anywhere terrorists ply their trade).
That question, I (we?) still can't answer.

Good Morning and welcome to the middle of the week!

Kind of calm around here this week (even with a big snow storm), although we'll take calm after last week's craziness.
Speaking of crazy, check out this story about a woman who called 911 when her local McDonald's ran out of Chicken McNuggets.
Now, it might be a little disappointing when you roll into a fast-food place and find out they are out of their heart-clogging specialty, but, calling the police? What are they going to do, run out, kill a chicken, over process it, fry it up and get your McNuggets?
It was only last year when this nutball called 911 to complain about his Subway sandwich.
Really, if it comes to a point where the food place isn't providing what you want, maybe you should go somewhere else.
Don't have McNuggets? I'm out of here.
Bad sandwich? Forget Subway, where's the nearest Wawa.
Or better yet, stop eating the stuff. Take it as a sign. Try an avocado.
Hey, you can probably even fry it. Then again, that might not be enough for some people:

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Good Morning and welcome to another Thursday!

Well, it's been seven years since airplanes piloted by terrorists slammed into the Twin Towers in New York, the Pentagon and a field outside of Pittsburgh.
Do schools cover this material during social studies class or is it still too new for everybody?
In those seven years, the world has changed all over. We are locked in a couple of unending wars and many more are wondering where their jobs went and how to pay the bills.
Still, think back seven years and most people probably remember what was happening.
It was a nice, sunny day, not unlike today. There was a leak in the car and I was standing out back with the hood up while a 2-year old was running around.
A neighbor came out his back door and said something like, "I was listening to Howard Stern and he said there is something happening in New York."
OK, I thought, some kind of stupid radio joke thing. Then the phone rang:
"Have you seen what's going on?"
No. I was outside. Wes said something about Howard Stern.
"Turn on the news. NOW!"
So, I gathered up a 2-year old who just wanted to stay outside. Ran up the steps and saw what was happening. Planes were crashing into buildings. There were reports of others in the air. All flight was grounded. Really, in those first few moments, nobody knew what was going on.
The rest of the day is kind of a blur. Eat lunch, drive to work. Everything was shut down. Suddenly, the 'normal' things were not so normal.
Even if you didn't know anybody killed in New York or Washington or Pennsylvania, you have been changed.
Now, seven years later, nothing is 'normal.' Sure. We've moved on. We've gotten back to our lives. We've fought, loved, played. Maybe that's the best way we can remember. Try to make our world better every day.