On September 11, 2001, I began the day fretting over whether I would have time to get my white shoes dyed ivory, to match my wedding dress. I was getting married in four days, on Saturday, September 15th, and as mightily as I had resisted becoming a typical bratty bride, I really was convinced that the world would end if I didn't get my shoes dyed or find the perfect guest book for our friends to sign or talk to the d.j. one more time to make sure he didn't play anything by K.C. and the...