9/11 remembered

September 11, 2001 — still too tragic and shocking for me to forget, or regain my naive belief in the ultimate goodness of a masterplan for the world, and so I remember the deaths of friends and the children of friends.

One such victim was Teddy Maloney, son of my friend Sally. Sally was so kind to me when my own John was dying of cancer and afterwards that I like to post a tribute to her own loss each year. Completely inadequate, but Sally, I’m thinking of you on this day.