Even The Tallest Buildings Fall
Twin Towers You got off the plane that May, glowing with joy to see me. I met you at the gate. You could do that in 2000, without a security screen. In retrospect, you were bursting to tell me something. Before we could even leave the gate, you handed me a card and told me to open it. It was handmade. It was obviously made by a teacher--a Swiss teacher. Neat handwriting, stick figures, triptich in form made with fine point colored marker on thick construction paper. The first page was a stick person--a man. Under the man it said, "You." Pulling it open, the second image comes into view. Again a stick figure, with the standard girl hair that you see on them, essentially a Bell curve with ends curling up in opposite directions and a bow. It was labeled, "Me." The third was a baby's head in a bassinet, captioned, "And baby makes three!" I was clueless. I smiled, kissed you, and thanked you for the card. The look on my face clearly showed I...