September 11, 2001
That fateful day in September, ten years past, Anne and I were on a trip up the coast. The plan was to spend two weeks at our leisure on a journey, sight seeing, exploring, thinking, writing, doing our art.
Not much went toward our intentions. As the days unfolded, I recorded them and published some of the thoughts and observations in the Cedar Key Beacon. Much of what follows was printed there:
A Transition From Positive Expectations