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I have always felt guilty that I had such a good week around 9/11. I was on a bike tour with a friend up and down the northern coast of Maine starting September 10. I had a vague knowledge that something had happened, but being in a tent all week, I didn't see any TV.
Everyone else I know was miserable watching the news coverage all week, yet I was blissfully ignorant riding up and down hills in Maine.
When I eventually got home, I realized that a friend and his family, who were stuck in Massachusetts without a way home, and had a key to my house for unrelated reasons, squatted at my place when their hotel threw them out.
I caught up with the TV video when I got home, but didn't have to suffer like the rest of the country did.
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