This morning, for lack of anything better to do, I read through my
journal entries for the time surrounding the attack on the World Trade Center
on September 11, 2001. This entry, made
a bit over a month after the collapse of the towers, gave me pause:
While shopping in
a store today, Uyen and I chanced upon a tiny girl standing inside a shopping
cart. Sitting beside the girl inside the cart was an equally tiny puppy.
Naturally, we stopped and patted the puppy on the top of his head. “I named him America,” the little girl said.
—Mitchell Hegman
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