I remember September 11th, 2001, as if it were yesterday. I was working as a relief pharmacist in Morgan City, Alabama, when my wife called to tell me there had been an airplane crash in New York. In these pre-smartphone days, news traveled a little bit slower and the pharmacy I was working in did not have a television so we made do with a radio. I remember the confusion—there were some early reports about additional planes headed for landmarks across Washington, DC.