Driving to another day of school at Baylor University, I found myself listening to music for the first time in nearly a month while in the car… normally I listened to NPR on the way to and from the school as I was often times “music weary” from spending all day and night around it (silence was very much appreciated during that time). I just happened to be listening to Benjamin Britten’s War Requiem on that morning. As I was getting out of the car, I switched back to the NPR station and heard something about a plane crash… didn’t give that much thought, though. Perhaps I had become calloused. The first sign of something different didn’t occur until I walked into the music building and saw about twenty people standing in the halls with looks of fear and panic etched in their faces. We rigged up a very small television with rabbit ears and tuned in to view the latest images and news… which are now the etchings of fear and panic in many of our brains. We eventually had fifty or sixty students, faculty, and passersby crowded into a tiny hallway… eyes fixed to the tiny box… in complete silence but for the occasionally audible gasp or prayer. This became the longest day that I have ever experienced… and sometimes it seems like it hasn’t even ended yet. WHERE WERE YOU?