My Tuesday Three Years Ago
I remember a lot about my Tuesday three years ago today, but I don’t remember this:

I have no idea how this classical composition ended up in my Wish List, especially with that date stamped on it. I don’t even know who Ibert is.
I don’t remember browsing Amazon on a day when CNN.com and Yahoo were barely functioning. Indeed, I may have been browsing the night before, after midnight. But why that CD? And why a Wish List which I never use, and only rediscovered a few weeks ago?
These may not be the most pressing September 11th-related questions you can think of, but I am discomforted nonetheless by this hole in my memory.