Glenn Carle came home the other day, to Brookline, to the house where he grew up, to the house where four generations of his family made their home.
His parents are dead, Carle and his siblings are scattered, and so the house will be sold.
It is, for Carle, a week to remember so much.
Like everybody else in this country who has a pulse, today means something to Glenn Carle. When you and I and everybody else were looking at the smoldering ruins in Lower Manhattan, horrified and saddened and angry and wondering what life would be like after all this, Carle was working, because he was a spy, a CIA agent, and it was his job to find out who made 9/11 happen…