Could Be
The question of a positive day to counter 9/11/01 arises.
“Couldn’t there be a positive 9/11/01?” Garth Bosch asked. His brows furrowed.
“ I don’t think there could be,” Barber Vicker replied. “Some kind of movement or day of rationality would be threatened. It would have to be an individual recognition of rights and the denunciation of the evil of that day.”
“I know, but we should have some day where businesses earn money and people represent the liberty that we have as Americans.”
“It’s not a bad idea, it’s just not practical. On that day, it’s currently very solemn and the memories of those events rule that time.”
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