Cynical Nation

My lack of a post commemorating 9/11 was intentional. It was not that I didn't care, of course. Rather, I felt that any words of mine on this ridiculous little blog would be wholly inadequate to the remembrance of that terrible day and of those we lost.

In hindsight, I spent much of the day trying not to face it. My wife and I had a gate sale, and we worked a lot around our new house in Hoboken trying to get completely moved in. That night we became thirsty, and went out for a drink. As soon as we stepped out, we saw the WTC tribute in light -- two brilliant, argent beams, reaching heavenward.

We walked up the hill to the campus of Steven Technology Institute, on the Hudson River, and saw the most spectacular view of the light sculpture we had ever seen. We heard the drums, we heard the pipers, and then and there, we allowed ourselves to feel what has been lost.