As a child I remember my parents and other adults speak of what they were doing the moment they heard that President Kennedy had been shot. In what was still the infancy of television news, Walter Cronkite announced to a stunned nation that President Kennedy died in a Dallas Hospital early in the afternoon of a crisp November day. Radio announcers reached millions more with the news. The moment of generation would forever remember is the morning of September 11, 2001.
Similar to the weather in New York City, the morning that day was bright and beautiful in Memphis, Tennessee. I was in my first term as a Tennessee State Representative. As was my weekday morning routine at the time, I got up, ate breakfast and dropped my then two-year old son off at our church daycare before driving to work.
What made this morning unique for me was I had just received notice that I needed to confirm my airline reservation for my flight to Washington, D.C. for the morning of September 13. For on that afternoon, I had been invited to a briefing in the East Room of the White House, along with about 50 other state legislators to hear then President Bush discuss economic issues facing state governments.
Needless to say, that meeting never took place. Continue Reading…