I will try my best to stick to all-UCLA, all the time, but there will be instances in which I break from that pact. This is one of them.
I will not write anything about 9/11 because I was 17 and in Southern California and relatively unaffected by the event, compared to those who lost family and friends. That is not to say it did not leave an imprint – quite obviously, it did – but I do not feel qualified to write about that day.
However, my mentor and friend Ed Graney of the Las Vegas Review-Journal wrote an incredibly touching and perfectly crafted story of the impact of 9/11 on one man.
I hope you will forgive this intrusion, and I hope you will not view it as an intrusion. I just had to post this.
To those affected personally…G-d bless.