I was in Exton PA visiting my brother and his family on holiday. I was buying his 91 ford sho for a song. He's a doc. At 0830 I was taking his dog
for a walk. It was the most glorious morning. Sky so blue, air had just a bit of pre winter nip. A perfect morning. Suddenly, I was overcome with a
huge sadness at about 0845. Out of the 'blue'. Like someone sucker punched me in the gut. I wanted to cry. And didn't know why. Thought I was going
crackers. We got back about 0900 and my sister in law and I sat in the kithchen watching the morning show as the first jet hit. Kind of put two and
two together from that point. My Mom was a bonafide clairvoyant. She always knew who was calling when the phone rang. At least 90 percent. I like to
think I inherited some of that.


