September 11, 2005: I returned home from my first full-time, publishing job and my father, who would live with us a few months more, was playing John Coltrane‘s A Love Supreme while cooking dinner. In light of such terrible tragedy, hearing one of the most beautiful and thoughtful albums recorded seemed extremely fitting. And I’ve continued that tradition since.
With today being the 20th anniversary of such unfathomable horrors, I won’t delve deeply. But I will say this: cherish life, cherish love.