Sitting in the stadium, watching our beloved Utah Ute’s try to go 2-0 with a win over Utah State.
CBug is now in fourth grade. I ask him how school is going, and he tells me that they learned about the history of 9/11.
It’s hard for me to fathom this as history. That day is still as clear to me now as it was back then.
Yet he wasn’t even born, same with his older sister.
As the game goes on, he entertains me with goofy panoramic shots, but I can’t shake the 9/11 feeling, and how these guys are growing up in a world so different than it was on 9/10.
My melancholy feeling passes, slowly, as I hold him just a little tighter, and smile with my little rock star in this new age of the world, of America, of everything.

Wench, bring my ale, what say you?

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