“I remember what I was doing the day the Twin Towers fell” is usually how the conversation starts this day every year.
However, not for me. Not today.
Rather, mine would go something like, ” I remember where I was when I was so moved, that I stopped my car on the side of the road at an overpass and started to take pictures.”
I saw this man, standing alone on top of the overpass with just the American Flag to keep him company.
He hardly spoke, but he didn’t have to. The symbol for which he stood for there on that overpass said enough.
He gave me a simple yes to my question when I asked him if I could take his picture. › Continue reading