You got that right Brother! I remember those warm September nights with my windows open and not a sound
all day and all night except the Bells ringing in my Parish for the folks who had perished on the planes.
The sound of that silence is one that I will never forget, nor forgive.
Agreed. We lived not far from a municipal airport, and small planes were going over our house all the time (in fact, one of my fears for my newborn at that time was the fear that one might hit our house right where her nursery window was!!) They were really loud, and those days in shock right after 9/11 were so silent it was really, REALLY creepy.
Thank GOD America has not had to deal with a repeat since W took on the terrorists!! THANK GOD!!