Last Wednesday was not an ordinary day. It was 9/11 2013.
In front of the Green Turtle in Edgewater, I saw a sea of bikers and motorcycles. My heart jumped a beat at the sight, for I realized they were gathering to commemorate this tragic date.
I parked and walked over to thank two lady bikers for their time and dedication. Before I could finish my expression of gratitude, a fountain of tears poured forth. The three of us embraced and cried together, for we are all Americans trying to find our way in these troubled times. Happy to hear grateful words from a stranger, bikers gave me a red, white and blue T-shirt commemorating the day and helped me on a Harley for my first time for a photo. Then I heard the deafening roar of engines starting up as they headed to D.C.