My 9/11 moment came Saturday morning as I was driving across the Francis Scott Key Bridge from D.C. into Virginia. NPR interrupted its memorial commentary to go live from Shanksville, Pa., where a deep baritone was singing an extended, mournful version of Amazing Grace. Suddenly, the scattered clouds parted, momentarily unlocking a sky as crisp blue and…
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