One Hundred Twenty Two: September 11, Ten Years On

It's interesting how dates and anniversaries come and go, are celebrated or marked, and just how time rolls on. Today is the ten year anniversary of the attacks of September 11, and I find myself, quite unintentionally, playing golf at the same location, and the same time, with one of the same people as ten years ago to the day. The weather appears to be the same. In many ways, I am the same, but of course older and hopefully wiser. On the lighter side, I know my golf game is better, having played probably 400 rounds in the interim.

A few of the important items for me in the past ten years:

I suffered a grand mal seizure and almost died.
My oldest son left college and enlisted in the Navy, where he has remained for the past seven years.
My youngest son and I went to Alaska, twice.
My wife had major back surgery, from which there has been limited recovery.
My father, mother-in-law, and two of my best AA friends have died.
A best friend's wife has beat cancer.
A best friend's sole surviving daughter died.
We have done major remodeling projects on both of our houses.
The media have created, described and benefited from countless crises.
The stock market has gone up and down.
Politicians have told innumerable self-serving lies.

It would interesting to know what others think has happened in my life during this same period. Probably not much.