Marking 9/11 is a tricky business. It's the sixth anniversary of the day when almost three thousand Americans were lost in a day of heartbreak, terror, and massive disillusionment. On my way to work this morning, I looked at the clock, and thought "the towers were burning by now." It was eerie, sad, and made me think of how much of my life has been defined by that moment — you cannot be a journalist and not run into a reminder of 9/11 almost every day — and yet, my heart, my life, the essence of who I am, has changed hardly at all compared to those who lost people on that day. So, my job requires me to mark 9/11 — what are you doing on this sixth anniversary, if anything? What stray thoughts crept into your mind this Tuesday morning?