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2006-09-18 - 11:50 a.m. American as planes and apple pie Sitting on my in-laws lovely new patio, at a redwood picnic table laden with ribs, baked beans, and fresh tomatoes, I watched an airplane high above glide silently behind the flagpole. As plane crossed behind the stars and stripes gently blowing in the light September breeze, time froze in my head for one brief moment, and I thought This, this is America. I�ve never been able to take flight for granted since 9/11. Then, things clicked into motion again, and we cleared the table for my mother-in-law�s fresh baked apple pie. � � Scribble to Theo previous - next �