The 9th anniversary of September 11 (9/11/01) was remembered this weekend. As I write this, I am nervous because both my husband and my oldest son, Piers, are traveling on 9•9•9 (September (9th month), 9, 9th anniversary of 9/11). I wouldn’t put it past the terrorists to use this date to their advantage. Fortunately, they arrived safely and have returned from a UVA vs. USC game, where they were the only orange hats in a sea of maroon. It’s hard for me to believe that it has already been nine years. Living in the DC area, we live with this date daily. I have evacuation bags packed and supplies read…