by John Titus
The morning of September 11, 2001, felt like a typical day from the onset. The bright sunshine filled the beautiful blue sky as I drove down North Territorial Road to Schoolcraft College from my home outside of Dexter. Except for a powerful dream about death the night before, life seemed to be as always. In my dream, family and dear old friends from childhood and well-meaning acquaintances came to give us comfort and help the family mourn. I observed all of this in my dream thinking, how sad that it takes a death to bring all of these beautiful people together in such a powerfully significant way, one in which all pretenses are put aside and true caring, a relating of the souls, was transpiring. I awoke thinking about how glorious life would be if we could relate to each other in such an honest and meaningful way, minus the games, the bullshit, the mundane, and the selfishness. If only we could remove the protective fa
