i was in college.
went to class in a daze of disbelief, totally confused.
first class: history of rock n roll.
we processed what was going on together as a class of young college students.
our teacher played "find the cost of freedom" by crosby stills and nash.
and we all sat, in silence, and let reality sink in.
the haunting reverence of this song helps me remember:
freedom is not free.
I remember this day as well. I remember watching the TV and thinking it was like a movie, so surreal. What a tragic day. It's good to always remember those involved! Great post!ReplyDelete