I often think about how my sons will come to know about September 11th. Something overheard? A newspaper image? In school? I would prefer that they learn about it from my wife and me, in a deliberate and safe way. But it's hard to imagine ever feeling ready to broach the subject without some impetus
We were not allowed to say, Screw, but we could say, Hump the hostess, because hump is in Shakespeare.
It's my firm conviction that when Uncle Sam calls, by God we go, and we do the best that we can.

