Schools across the country today, including my own, will take pause to remember lives lost and sacrifices made on and after the events of September 11, 2001. It may mean little to the participants, born decades after the event, though we’ll do our best.

I really can’t blame my son, for example, in not appreciating the recency of the year 2001. I have to stop to realize this was 13 years before he was born.

Thirteen years before I was born one had, among other things, Woodstock, the Amazin’ Mets, and the moon landing, and I really don’t consider having any connection whatsoever to that period of history.

But it’s a lot cooler set, no?