Smiles
On Saturday, my in-town fraternity brothers got together in Kensington, Maryland at the fire station where they have a 9/11 memorial which includes artifacts from the Pentagon and Shanksville. We were there to remember our brother who was killed in the attack 20 years ago on the World Trade Center.
It’s amazing—if you ask most teenagers today what 9/11 is to them, they will say that they think of it as a sad event in history, but no different than WWII or Vietnam. It’s not like that for those of us who lost friends and family, or simply remember the terror we felt that day when America was under attack.
As we pulled out of Kensington, one of my brothers who rode with me asked me to put on some tunes so we could lighten our mood. I dialed up my all-time go-to, Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers.
My brother asked, “Don’t you miss Tom Petty?”
“Every single day,” I said. www.youtube.com/watch?v=e25p0Y3Vd38
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