tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7597399695555911907.post999919360959654603..comments2023-10-19T08:49:29.919-05:00Comments on The Pink Elephant: A Tale of Two Closets: Six years laterPink Elephanthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17031605616491979253noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7597399695555911907.post-29718193489546734752007-09-11T16:38:00.000-05:002007-09-11T16:38:00.000-05:00I was sitting in a meeting in Dresden, Germany, wh...I was sitting in a meeting in Dresden, Germany, which I always thought was ironic. We got the news at 4:30 in the afternoon. By that time, both towers and the Pentagon had been hit, and Flight 93 was on its way to the White House. My German counterpart ran out of the room, I thought to get a radio or portable TV, but she came back a few minutes later saying how relieved she was that she had been able to get hold of her stock broker before he left his office.<BR/><BR/>Afterward, I stepped out for some air and ran into Herr Meinart, the man responsible for the factory we were building. He was well over 60 and only 5'5", and had lived through the bombings in 1945. He had to stand on tip-toe to throw his arms around my neck. He whispered in my ear, "We know what it's like to be bombed." I cried and cried while he stood there and hugged me.Tim in the Southhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05477751212111695867noreply@blogger.com