On Tuesday morning, September 11, 2001, most of us here on the Pacific coast, left our homes before we knew America was under attack. Some of us with longer commutes heard the news on our car radios. Others, like me who lived just a few blocks from the post office, didn’t know anything was amiss in the United States until my co-workers; unusually sullen and reserved, began arriving and talking.

            In the small Forest Grove post office, our staff included fifteen mail...

            On Tuesday morning, September 11, 2001, most of us here on the Pacific coast, left our homes before we knew America was under attack. Some of us with longer commutes heard the news on our car radios. Others, like me who lived just a few blocks from the post office, didn’t know anything was amiss in the United States until my co-workers; unusually sullen and reserved, began arriving and talking.

            In the small Forest Grove post office, our staff included fifteen mail...

            On Tuesday morning, September 11, 2001, most of us here on the Pacific coast, left our homes before we knew America was under attack. Some of us with longer commutes heard the news on our car radios. Others, like me who lived just a few blocks from the post office, didn’t know anything was amiss in the United States until my co-workers; unusually sullen and reserved, began arriving and talking.

            In the small Forest Grove post office, our staff included fifteen mail...

            On Tuesday morning, September 11, 2001, most of us here on the Pacific coast, left our homes before we knew America was under attack. Some of us with longer commutes heard the news on our car radios. Others, like me who lived just a few blocks from the post office, didn’t know anything was amiss in the United States until my co-workers; unusually sullen and reserved, began arriving and talking.

            In the small Forest Grove post office, our staff included fifteen mail...

            On Tuesday morning, September 11, 2001, most of us here on the Pacific coast, left our homes before we knew America was under attack. Some of us with longer commutes heard the news on our car radios. Others, like me who lived just a few blocks from the post office, didn’t know anything was amiss in the United States until my co-workers; unusually sullen and reserved, began arriving and talking.

            In the small Forest Grove post office, our staff included fifteen mail...