It hardly seems possible that it’s been 20 years since the September atrocity. My “where was I” story started at the hospital in Faribault. I was in for gall bladder surgery that day. When they finished operating on me and wheeled me out I heard a TV someplace telling about an airplane crashing into a building. I was still loopy from the anesthesia so it didn’t make sense. A bit later on that morning my wife (I was married at the time) came in and told me about what had happened. I was still good and loopy from the anesthesia and knew I wasn’t quite following along so I asked if she could come back later because I figured my head would clear by then. And, of course, fill me in. She did so and came back an hour later and told me all of what they knew had happened. I was quite surprised by what had happened and naturally wondered how all this had come to be. I went home from surgery that morning and spent every waking hour of the next week either in front of the TV or the computer trying to catch all I could and make sense of what had happened. Like everyone else I was surprised and horrified by the day’s events.
Mike Thorstenson
Spring Valley, Minn.