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September 15, 2001
I had been getting worse every day. No concentration.
hard to get up. hard to get to sleep.
watching any TV show I could find to try and wrap my brain around just what the hell had happened in NY.
I told my wife I neede to go out on my boat.
I towed it down to the ramp, got it out there, tied it up to an empty mooring, laid down on the floor and watched the silent sky.
No planes had flown since the 11th.
I just laid there watching the clouds drift along changing shape and size as they passed.
Fhen I realized the tide had gone back out Who knows how many hours had passed. I decided to go back in.
That boat was my sanctuary. It still is.
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