Twenty years. I don’t want to tell my 9/11 story again. I was in NYC. I wasn’t at Ground Zero. Terror. Dust. Smoke.
Back in July, while driving from Bethlehem, PA to Washington, DC, I passed a tiny, storefront Greek Orthodox church. St. Matthew’s in a strip mall. I’ve written before about finding solace in a Greek Orthodox church on 9/11, and visiting o…
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