Monday, September 11, 2006
I remember a trip down to NYC from RPI two years earlier, where my buddy Seth and I walked into the lobby of the WTC and found out that it cost $12 to get to the top as a tourist. That's a lot of money to a grad student, so I said, "This will always be here, let's just see that some other time..." Nope.
I remember how earlier that month, I had worn a t-shirt with a small American flag on it, and a friend commented that nobody wore flags anymore. After thinking about that, we realized we hadn't really seen much patriotic wear or patriotism in general (singing along with the national anthem, etc.) since Desert Storm. That was about to change dramatically.
I remember how a culture whose only heroes came from sporting events suddenly saw real heroes in action on Flight 93 and many parts of Ground Zero. The whole event really demonstrated how trivial most of our everyday lives are. I remember churches being full in the weeks that followed, as people struggled to understand what happened. Was it a momentary blip on our consciousness before we consumed ourselves again with celebrity worship and banality?
I remember thinking that it wouldn't be long before we would be struck again. How hard could it be to strike a school, a mall, or a stadium? Our sense of invincibility shattered. Yet five years later, no major blow.
Wednesday, September 06, 2006
Friday, September 01, 2006
It looked like a lot of luggage for a weekend trip: Three suitcases and two big boxes. But it was easy carrying them to the airline counter. Most were empty.
I was taking them to New Mexico to fill them up.
Two days later, when I checked in at the Albuquerque airport for the flight home, they were stuffed. I had boxes packed with wine, Thai-spiced peanuts, cans of corn chowder, organic dog biscuits, hand lotion, dried gooseberries and much more. Yes, I know we have grocery stores in Dallas. But we don't have a Trader Joe's.