Bullseye

I realized an odd thing yesterday, which is only meaningful to me. September 11th very nearly and neatly bisected my time in New York. I rolled into the city for the first time in a moving truck on (I think) October 9, 1995. Just shy of six years later, well, you know. And a bit shier of six years after that, June 30, 2007 (also my sixth wedding anniversary), we rolled back out of New York in a loaded SUV. Weird.