In a hut in Mexico just 4 months after the attack on September 11, we were treated to an unusual, but beautiful, display of humanity in the form of a home cooked meal.
I used to share an apartment near a small ridge of desert granite called South Mountain at the edge of Tempe and Phoenix, Arizona with my friend Tiamo when we were in our mid-twenties. He got the bigger bedroom, but I got the covered parking space. For a bed, I had a mattress that sat on the floor. When my clothes were clean they went in a pile in the closet. Then I stored my precious climbing gear in two clear 50-quart totes in the corner of my bedroom. I kept a lamp and an alarm clock radio on top of the totes. Ten years ago today the radio alarm clock went off, like it did every day, to the same FM morning radio show.
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