There are a few times you will remember where you were when… for my generation it is where we were when Kennedy was assassinated. I was sitting at a table in study hall. I was a freshman in high school. Across from me was a senior football player, big tough guy. I watched him fall apart, crying openly at the news. Now it is the attacks on our country on September 11th. I was at home alone, John was at work and the boys were in school. It was the loneliest I can remember ever being.