That's so Sept. 10
You get what you pay for. I wonder if the non-free Blogger would have just spontaneously deleted my last post. That's OK; it was all about football, and I suspect I'm boring you with football talk.

As we've been reminded ad nauseum, we're approaching an anniversary. Allow me to divert your attention to another anniversary: One year ago today.

It will go down as the last "normal" day of most of our lives. The last day in which our country wasn't at war against terrorism, whatever that means. The last day in which you could say to somebody, "You know, some crazy Arabs could hijack a plane and fly it into the World Trade Center," and somebody would reply, "They would not. You're an idiot. Where do you come up with crap like that?"

It was a day for shark attacks in Florida, for Gary Condit, for Barry Bonds chasing the home-run record. It was a day at work in which we chased a story about Blockbuster phasing out VHS tapes in favor of DVDs. It was a day in which we dove to the bottom of our feature-story barrel for the big hit on 1A.

It was a day on which I was anticipating the release of the new Robert Earl Keen album, due out the next day. It was a night I watched the Monday Night Football season opener, Denver beating the Giants, 31-20. Ed McCaffrey had his leg practically torn off in that game, as I recall.

There was no Monday Night Football game the next Monday.

I wish I had some neat, pithy way to wrap this up. I wish I could say that everything really is back to normal in my/our world, the way it seems to be. In most ways, it is. But I went to bed that Monday night after the football game and thought not one second about terrorism. I haven't been able to do that since. I wonder if I ever will again.