One of the coolest things about no longer working in a law firm and being on my own is that I can take a morning and just go out and do something with my wife. One of the best things to do in St. Louis is to go to the Missouri Botanical Garden.
We were at the Garden last week on a beautiful September day, barely a cloud in the sky. As we walked through the Japanese garden, I found myself thinking, in spite of my efforts not to, that the sky was that “unbelievable blue” we’ll now always associate with September 11, 2001.
It was an unsettling, disturbing feeling, made more eerie by the sound of a passenger plane flying over us, seemingly a little too low and a little too loud.
We all have associations and memories now. For me, the bluest clear sky holds a cloud you can’t see.
