Bull Remembered

I was in Italy, in Florence, specifically, when the planes struck the towers. It took us several days to get an outside line in all of the chaos and fear. I remember finally figuring out how the Italian phone cards work and FINALLY getting an outside line and finally figuring out how to dial the U.S. My father answered, calm and collected. He was very calm, and was a tremendous source of peace at that awful time.

I will miss most, I think, calling my father and talking to him. I always enjoyed calling him. Before he became deaf, he and I used to talk daily.