Would that I had the crystal ball to answer her quaking question a day or two before the anniversary of the attacks in her brother’s home town To assuage her sudden fears, casual sharing of a presidential candidate’s positions, the flier in her lap, to discussions of terrorists, that they wouldn’t strike here, in our quiet city; but in the same kinds of places; but “that is where my brother lives…” “Where will they strike?” Truth that I don’t know, that we do not know where the next attack will come, when it will come; but truth too that if we change our lives, if we fear and let that freeze us, focus our thoughts too long there, they have won, as surely as when the attacks will come Resolve to continue on to live our lives, perhaps more humbly; but live our lives fully without fearing what the madmen may do or where they may attack