How I find consolation on 9/11.

I hate sharing my birthday with what's become known as the 9/11 event. When I celebrate my birth, I try not to tune in to the news media. Because I'm reminded that it's the day of infamy. Used to be on Dec. 7, the day the Japs bombed Pearl Harbor. And 9/11 was just another day. But the Islamic terrorists have changed all that. Infamy is now solidly emblazoned on the calendar. On 9/11. No escaping it. Albeit, somewhere on Earth, it must have been the day before or the day after 9/11. Just one of those things. But I find consolation. Some pretty nifty writers were born on 9/11. Namely, O. Henry and D. H. Lawrence. And I have a friend in Germany, Dieter Quittkat. He was born on 9/11, too. --Jim Broede