On the morning of Sept. 11, 2001, I was in a windowless conference room of the Rayburn House Office Building in Washington, D.C. It was the first day of a Forest Service training class on how government works.
About 10 a.m., we were taking a break when a diminutive House clerk entered and said in a soft, almost inaudible voice, “You all have to leave now.”
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