I was driving to work when I heard that a plane had crashed into the World Trade Center in New York City. By the time I got there, the second plane had hit the other tower. When I went inside, no one was working. Some people were just sitting there in stunned silence. A few people were crying. Others were trying to get in touch with friends and family in the city. Most were gathered around the television in the conference room just trying to make sense of it all.

People tend to remember exactly where they were and what they were doing at the moment of certain defining events in our shared history. The day JFK was assassinated. Or John Lennon was killed. Or that terrible morning 15 years ago when America changed forever.

On Sunday, we will remember with ceremony and salutes. We think about all those who were lost. We honor the brave first responders who charged into those doomed buildings. We'll salute the American spirit of strength and perseverance that saw us through it all. And we'll make the promise we made then: we will never, ever forget.

See you next week,
Bobby