I know where I was. I was ironing a shirt in my boyfriend's apartment getting ready to go to work (as a Music and Liturgy Director of a large church in Houston, Texas) when my mother called me on the phone and said "Turn on cable news". I saw the second plane in real time.
I called my dad. I asked him if I should enlist. He told me that I was full of it and, besides, too old.
What are you doing on September 11, 2012? I know what I am doing: working my ass off to get marriage equality passed in Maine (which would be a first for a ballot initiative) and we are winning it and working for the President.
I know where I was, on September 11, 2001: worse off than I am today.
Gonna go pet my goat...Maggie Gallagher.