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I was getting ready to go on another trip to Ireland. I had just returned from there on August 22nd but since my husband couldn't go with me that time we made arrangements to fly back to Ireland on September 17th. Then the horror of 9/11 came. We actually made it to Ireland. Planes started flying again on Sunday, September 16th, so we made it. It was a strange, strange flight. Very quiet at SFO. Lots of confusion at LAX and a very long wait. When the plane landed in Dublin (first stop before on to Shannon) the pilot gave a beautiful speech...I can't remember his words anymore...I just remember being very moved by it and crying. I expected that when we returned to the Bay Area after this trip things would have changed. That people there would have become more patriotic and perhaps even recovered their common sense. Didn't happen. If anything, it was worse. It was then that I knew absolutely for sure that we had to get away from that place...which we did just a little over a year later.