September 11th has always had a special place in my family. It's actually the date on which my father was born. It was always celebrated happily throughout the years of course. Because before 2001, it was known only to me as Dad's birthday. It's unfortunate now that his birthday is known for something so tragic and horrible.

Isn't it weird how a date can stand for so much? September 11th isn't just a date on the calendar anymore. It's a noun. When someone says, "September 11th" we all know what they're talking about. When I told people today that it's my dad's birthday, some said, "Really? Wow, that kind of stinks..." I don't know. I wouldn't think it would stink that much. It's been his birthday a lot longer than it's been "9/11."

I guess I've never really asked my dad what it's like to have a birthday on September 11th these days. I guess I'll have to ask him today when I give him a call. I'll have to tell you what he says. So until then, Happy Birthday Dad, I hope you enjoy your day. Talk to you soon!