20 Years later, we still remember

September 11, 2001: a day that no American who lived to see will ever forget.

I was recently asked about where I was that day, and I remember it keenly, deeply. I think it’s a question every American has an answer to — a moment engraved in time.

Since it was early September, it was right in the middle of hop harvest. My cousin and I were working to unplug the picking machine, a more-than-common oc...