The first of November has me more excited than a little kid waiting for Santa Claus on Christmas Eve. Is it the fresh falling leaves and all the smells of autumn in the air perfuming our mountain forest? Maybe it is going for a woodsy stroll with my pup on a crisp November morning. Or …
It’s September 11th today eighteen years later and this is the kind of day where every American asks themselves where was I when the world stopped turning? September 11th 2001, 3 a.m. I forcefully pulled myself out of bed in Redlands, California, 2,790 miles from NYC. I coughed up a lot of flem, chugged some …