September 11th is always a tough day for everyone in the United States, especially those who live in New York City. My friend, Courtney Hunt, went into labor on that day, in Manhattan. She named her baby girl Wilder, who today will be 19 years old.
Courtney a few years later wrote and directed the movie Frozen River, for which she was nominated for an Oscar, and I love that for her. If anyone in this life deserves to be nominated for an Oscar, it's Courtney Hunt. At any rate, I will text her today and hopefully hear back from her. Sometimes I get pictures of Wilder, who resembles Courtney so much when she was that age.
On the day 9/11 tragedy happened, I was working at Clark and Ward, a law firm in downtown Lexington. My friend Dana and I had just gotten back from getting a cinnamon bun, and Nick Clooney announced an alert he had just received about the first plane hitting the tower. I immediately told my friends in the office, and I knew that Walter had a television, so eventually everyone in the office gathered in his office and we all saw the second plane hit. I have to say that by the time the second plane hit, the conversation had already collapsed into a blaming of President Clinton. I am a democrat in a red state, but I never expected all of those people in that office to blame that plane hitting the first of the Twin Towers on Bill Clinton!
That's how polluted their minds are, some people who will not accept that their way of thinking may not be absolutely correct. This day will always remind me of that, and sometimes I will get an email from one of the people in that office, thanking me for being calm that day. I do remember being calm, but today, I'm sitting here waiting for the damn pandemic to have a resolution, and I don't know when I will be able to move to Northern Kentucky, and it seems like nobody cares. It's just one of those days. I think I'll open the window and let the breeze in. Peace,
Kimmy
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