Happy Mother’s Day to all the mothers who read this blog.
I am in NJ, preparing to take my mom out to breakfast.
There’s almost no airplane noise in Richmond. At 1:45 this morning, I woke up thinking that a plane was going to crash in the neighborhood. My goodness, I’ve changed. I used to live under a major route to Newark Airport and didn’t blink an eye at airplane noise. It was the uncanny silence of the empty skies for the three days following 9/11 that freaked me out then.
Things change.