Thank you, I am honored.
I was on the phone with my wife that morning when she screamed in my ear. She had just seen the second plane hit. After a moment I said, "I love you and I'll be right back," put the receiver down and turned to a room full of sales colleagues who were staring at me, haiving seen my reaction. "Another plane hit the Trade Center," I said. "We are at war."
A while later my son (known on FR as Silverback Jr.), 6 at the time, came down from his bedroom and saw the second impact when it was reshown from tape on Fox. He immediately leaped to the phone and dialed 911. My wife tried to hang up before the call went out, but it was too late, the dispatcher called back, and when my wife explained, she said "Oh, bless his heart!"
Later that day, my daughter asked me who Barbara was. I hadn't heard the news about BKO yet, so I had no idea what she was talking about. It turns out that after hearing of Barabara's death, my poor wife, who had seen her sparring with the Left so many times, sat for several minutes, weeping and repeating that name over and over.
I don't know how people forget. I can't. I won't. Not ever.