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25 years 🤯
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Hey Reader, I’m in Greece now, but my heart’s in NYC. Well, it’s in Greece, too. I wrote this from the airport lounge on Tuesday night, so no details of the trip to share but I wanted to send you my post about 9/11. It’s a light update of the blog post I wrote in 2011, when I couldn’t believe it had been ten years. Now, it’s an inconceivable quarter-century, and we’ve got a generation of grown-ass adults who weren’t even born yet. Maybe you’re one of them. I’ve been seeing memories of that day all over social media from people who have much more remarkable experiences to share (*some* of them truthful), but to most of the world, just hearing you were in the city that day is a wow. So here’s my story from fifteen years ago, when memories were much fresher. Now, recollections of three days ago are fuzzy as mohair, so I’m glad I recorded these back then. It’s on Substack. I should probably be sending you to the same thing on my own site (find it here), so you get sucked into all the great offers, but I want you to discover and subscribe to my Substack. I knew having a Substack would be confusing! But I’m glad I do. Thinking of anyone who’s still grieving because of that horrible day. I was one of the lucky ones. xoLaura PS - I can share details from the lounge, where the guy behind me has been crunching celery so loudly, I wondered if he was eating it on a live microphone. Now he’s stirring something in a glass with his spoon, mighty percussively, and I keep thinking he’s trying to make a toast. PPS - Now reviewing comments from the original blog post, and found one from my dad I’d forgotten all about. (He was a shrink, if you’re wondering what kind of patients he’s referring to.) He used to post as “Dad Belgray.” ❤️ Love Shrimp Mail? Forward this to a friend so they can get in on the action and sign up below.
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​Laura Belgray (Talking Shrimp)
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