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I lived through That Tuesday.

That's it. It seems to me (and this is just me) that my posting some mushy bit of reverie on what it means, or meant, or what's happened since is an exercise in public scab picking.

I know there are a lot of people out there for whom this date has powerful, emotional; even overwhelming associations. I know this because I get that way every year, on the a different anniversary, about a different epochal event (and one which, I think, is still shaping us, even though most of us barely know it existed any more).

But

ginmar has managed to sum up a lot of the itchy places in my head.

Go, and ponder.