9/11/02
"I've been in that
building." My wife's words
were the first, and only, ones
that I remember from that morning
a year ago Sept. 11, as we gaped,
wide-eyed, at the surreal
spectacle on the screen. And they
still echo in my mind when I
recall that day. But the first
anniversary of 9-11 has not given
me enough time to sort things out
and put them in perspective.
Pearl Harbor was probably much
the same way, as a defining hour
only makes sense against the
backdrop of time. So, be that as
it may, I won't try to figure it
out, at least not now. I will,
however, continue to mourn for
the many dead and injured, and
wonder, " For what
reason?" And I'll do my best
to resist hating Islamists for
their Medieval theological
perception of the Universe.
Hatred, after all, is poison to
the heart, and that's what
they suffer from! For myself,
all you need is love, as the poet
Lennon once said.
 My
wife and I had a baby girl on
August 21, which, inadvertently,
puts her into a specific
sociological classification
referred to as "Post 9-11
Babies." Whether as a result
of patriotism or beer, we have a
beautiful little bundle with
chipmunk cheeks and big brown
eyes to divert us from the rude
intrusions of reality. And man,
do I need it. We all do. Thank
you to everyone who wished us
well. You'll always be in my
thoughts...
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