Remembering

                                        
                                                  September 11, 2001



I've been walkin' my mind to an easy time,
My back turned toward the sun.
Lord knows, when the cold wind blows, it'll turn your head around.
Well, there's hours of time on the telephone line
To talk about things to come.
Sweet dreams and flying machines in pieces on the ground.


                                                                      James Taylor
                                                                      Fire and Rain