From my office window, I can see the Sears Tower.
When I drove home from work that day eight years ago very soon after I had arrived at my office (I actually did not drive home, not wanting to be alone with the TV - I went to a dear friend's house, where I knew people would be gathering spontaneously) , the sight of that iconic tower in my rear view mirror struck fear in my heart. We had no idea if Chicago would be next. No planes in the sky. It was very quiet.
Everything changed that day. Our country matured a little in an unexpected way. No longer invulnerable - we never were, but we thought we were.
I matured also. I was reminded of my honeymoon in Mexico, when just before Friday, November 22, 1963, I had naively stated in response to the news that another South American dictator had been murdered "Well, at least in our country, we don't assassinate our leaders." But everything changed that day too.
Growing up is a lifelong process and just because I'm old doesn't mean I'm mature. Looking at the Sears Tower out my office window or in my rear view mirror still strikes fear in my heart.