I have started again and again this blog posting today. None of my ideas are sticking.
I want to tell you about the emails I am going through. The thousands of emails stored in my inbox that recount the story of a thousand failures and successes. The correspondence of friends. The stories of others. I miss letters. Letters are easier to take with you, at least in some ways.
I just came across the emails written to and from me in the moments after September 11. They are unbearable to read, still today.