My son was 14 and looking forward to going to a Red Sox game with his dad.But he talked back to me. He was disrespectful. And his father heard. And that was that. Instead of heading to Fenway Park, he spent the night in his room.

A generation later, my granddaughter…

Fifteen years ago, on the morning of Sept. 11, 2001, my husband and I were at Logan Airport, sitting in an exit row aboard Continental Airlines Flight 847 for a short flight to Newark. Our scheduled departure time was 9 a.m. But our plane never left the ground…