Three the Hard Way: 9/11 didn’t change EVERYthing (interlude)

Previously on Inkognegro 2.0

After reading the Interlude, you can get a sense of the cauldron of conflict that 3.1 was conceived and nurtured in. The picture looked fine, but story behind the picture was Toxic.

(This is why the thousand words a picture tells is never enough)

The physical picture maintained a sheen suitable for framing, but the reality was infecting all those involved.

By Labor Day weekend, the situation had devolved into a war-of-the-roses type thing where folk had retreated into their respective foxholes and the boy wandered back and forth between us like some special envoy in the safe zone. I had clearly moved on, I just hadn’t moved out. To say it was ugly engages in a form of understatement that I am personally uncomfortable

As with the country, the events of 9/11 changed everything. On the surface that is.

While I am confident EVERYONE has a “where were you on 9/11 story” those of us who could see the smoke in the air and engaged in the cinematic exodus out of lower manhattan and Inner Washington, DC have our own peculiar stories. The day brought me face to face with how fleeting life can be, how easily angry spouses can be transformed to grieving widows. For the first time in months, we sat as a family and bonded over the tragedy and how our family had been spared. All was well.

For a week.

After that, you may have well said that the Terrorists had won in my house, because it was business as usual at my house

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