Its Thursday morning and not much happening on PawPaw's acre. What's left of Edouard is dumping rain on east Texas. We're getting a bit here in central Louisiana and we needed it.
Belle is running errands. The dawg and I are out in the shop. Belle has been hungry for chicken pot pie and that is her recipe. She told me to take out some chicken thighs and she would make a pot pie when she finished her errands.
I'm thinking about the anniversary of 9/11. It's been 25 years.
Belle and I had been dating for eight months. I had worked a night shift at the Natchitoches Parish Detention Center, got off work at 5;00 am, went home and fell into bed. Shortly after 8:00 CDT the phone rang. it was a friend telling me to get up and turn on the TV.
I saw the North tower burning and thought "what the helll?", then watched the second plane hit the other tower. "That was no accident." I stumbled into the kitchen, put on a pot of coffee and spent the rest of the day curled up on the couch watching television. I had calls from friends and family and got no sleep that day. At 5:00 pm I reported back to work for another night shift, tired, grumpy and in no mood for standard inmate bullshit. The others on shift felt the same way. It was a quiet night.
Where were you when the world stopped turning?



