“Why aren’t the Emmys on Sunday night,” I wondered.
Then I looked at the calendar. 9/11.
I thought, “Well, that makes sense. Can’t have an awards ceremony on the anniversary of September 11. I wonder when September 11 will be like the anniversary of Pearl Harbor?”
Already, evidently. Turns out they moved the Emmys to Monday because of Sunday Night Football.
I know that parents mark the passage of time by children. They might say that a child born on 9/11 can now legally drink. (Or that 9/11 can legally drink, which is a bit funny, but not funny enough.)
No kids here, so I can only observe my roof. I replaced it after the Great Hail of 2001, and it’s balding. So I suppose it has been a while.