An old friend of mine keeps changing their profile picture.
Now it is one of someone pointing a gun out of the cabin of a small airplane with an old shotgun there stood in the cockpit corner.
Maybe it has something to do with 9/11, that happened today.
On the old on I was on my knees nailing in tongue and grove oak flooring.

We were telephoned and told to listen to the radio.
NPR is based on the BBC.
I am grateful for the no screaming car commercials.
At a time like that.
At a time like that what they want us to do is look at each other.

I remember Fred’s face.
Fred has no story because Fred is just a name.
Dave, okay, it was DAve for real.
Why I was spending an important and surprising day with Dave is about who;
Thought what, about me, them, the job.
There went life.

Okay I don’t like it.
I don’t like what I remember.
There ought to be more incongruity.
It would be better if there was a further distance between good and bad.

One other guy like myself was on his knees working on the floor of an expensive elevator.
It is reported as likely that the airplane fly right into him from behind.