in remembrance

Here is how I chose to honor the tenth anniversary of September 11, 2001:

I flew. 

Commercial. 

What better way to say, "nanny nanny boo boo," right? 

Security was a little tighter than usual at the airport today,
but the lines moved right along and not a soul complained.  

When we touched down it was clear that we can only win if we keep moving. 

If planes keep flying. If life goes on. If we don't let them get the best of us.  

And if we continue to have the freedom to paint jets to look like an orca.