Charles and I knew only one person killed on 9/11. Ironically, it was our wonderful friend Rob Deraney, filled with life and sunshine — who first introduced us. (Rob brought Charles to what was then my, but became our, July 4th party. Charles thought I was a lunatic. It took us four more summers to get together, 17 summers ago.)

Hats off to our men and women in uniform.

Hats off to our commander in chief and his team.

I’m taking the day off.

 

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