Remembering

‚Äč2016 marks the first year high school freshman will be learning about 9/11 as a historical event because they weren’t born yet when it happened. All the more reason for those of us who lived through that day to never forget.

I was standing amongst a crowd on the 26th floor equity trading room at Standish glued to CNN when they first reported the hijacked planes originated in Boston. Our collective heads snapped to the right where we had a gorgeous sunny view overlooking the inner harbor and Logan Airport. Our Chairman immediately yelled for everyone to get out of the building and go home. I’ve never been more anxious or terrified to exit a tower since. I was very fortunate to be safe that day. My thoughts are with those and their loved ones who experienced far worse.

We’re long past due giving White Lion the props they deserve.

This just made me remember two things: first, White Lion’s CD was was the jam, and second, in 1989 my eighth-grade self crushed this song on my acoustic alone in my bedroom. Total rush of memories hearing Sungha’s sweet fingerprinting. Sure, mine might not have been as technically perfect, but whatevs.

For the millennials who have no idea what I’m talking about: