Looking Forward to 9/11

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I’m about to do something in extremely poor taste; and I’m going to explain to you the reason why; and I’m not going to apologize. And you’re going to understand. And more than that, you’re also going to support me.

You see, while 9/11 for most other people holds memories of dread and of grief, for me, it holds memories of hope and of joy. Because September 11 is my wedding anniversary.

Margaret and I married each other on the afternoon of September 11, 1993. That means, this Friday, we will had been married 16 years. Not a milestone, but significant enough to keep us on the dance floor long after all those young whippersnappers have been driven off, leaving us to dance with the 20-years-ers, 30-years-ers, 40-years-ers, and… Well, you get the point.

And we’re not the only couple who was married on September 11. As they say:

Married in September’s golden glow,
Smooth and serene your life will go.

I personally know at least one other couple who was married on September 11. And couples are still getting married on September 11. And they, like Margaret and I, we all have to look to that day—not as an example of what to fear—but as an example of love, of what our lives ought to be.

Why September 11 is a special day for me

For me, September 11 is all about going through the struggle and arriving on the other side, having prospered and found joy. Because before I met my bride, I had spent 10 long, arduous years looking for love, and only finding pain. And then the secret finally clicked, and I changed the way I was looking for love, and I finally found it. The switch was almost magical. I know that sounds too good to be true, and indeed I thought it was at the time. My biggest problem was getting out of the way and just letting it happen. I was like Cinderella, except that I kept arguing with my fairy godmother that there was no way a pair of glass slippers would ever get me to the ball.

Old habits die hard, but they all died a permanent death, when I said, “I do.”

That’s why September 11 is a special day for me, because it represents for me a new life of love and companionship. And that’s why I refuse to let the terrorists rob it from me.

Let me put it this way: We were husband and wife years before the date had anything to do with terrorism. And long after the twin towers have been relegated to a footnote in classroom history textbooks—and I know it’s hard to imagine that day could ever come, but we’re already seeing signs of its approach. That’s why, long after the terrorists have been all but forgotten, Margaret and I will still be celebrating our marriage on that day.

We had 9/11 first. We have dibs! Bad things happen somewhere in the world every day, and I refuse to give up the celebration that day represents for Margaret and me. Because we have dibs. So the terrorists will just have to find another day of the year for their thing.

And that leads me into the tasteless thing I’m going to do.

I’m going to ask you to join with us in celebrating our marriage.

And it even gets more tasteless than that.

I’ve pulled out from my library a number of inspirational books, romantic books, and books about relationships. And I want to give them away with copies of my true love story, Love through the Eyes of an Idiot, because that’s they whole point of the day: the struggle I went through and the joy and love I found.

So starting on September 11 and for as long as supplies last, anyone who orders Love through the Eyes of an Idiot from my online store, for the standard price of $7.97 + S&H, can also choose one of these free-bonus books to go along with it. They’re all in “very good” or “like new” condition, and I’ll be posting a full list soon. But for now, here’s a sampling:


You see, this Friday is a celebratory day for me. And frankly, I’m feeling happy just talking about it.

To be continued tomorrow, as the date counts down…

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