I get around

Zero-7: A house in Silver Spring, Md.
8-9: One, maybe two apartments in Silver Spring, Md.
10-23: Another house in Silver Spring, Md. (with occasional visits to my play-grandma's house in Washington, D.C.)
24-24.5: A studio apartment in downtown Oakland, Calif.
24.5-26.5: A studio in a single-room-occupancy hotel in downtown Oakland, Calif. (with occasional stays in
26.5-27.5: A one-bedroom apartment in the Eastlake neighborhood of Oakland, Calif.
28-28.5: The top floor of a house in the San Antonio neighborhood of Oakland, Calif.
27.5-31.5: A one-bedroom apartment in downtown Oakland, Calif.
31.5-34.5: A two-bedroom apartment in Walnut Creek, Calif.
34.5-35: A one-and-one-third-bedroom apartment in the Eastlake neighborhood of Oakland, Calif.

QotD: Reflecting on September 11th

What are your personal memories of September 11th?

I remember feeling 'housed. Shook. Got.

I remember not so much wanting to turn someplace into a glassy expanse as feeling frightened of others whose grief spurred them to invoke nuclear parking-lot dreams.

I remember thinking that everything that had gone to hell in a handbasket the previous November and December, by comparison, was going to make me look like an cockeyed optimist in the years to come.