11 09 2001


Not a good day. Two commercial airlines were hijacked and flown into the World Trade Center. Both the building’s towers collapsed. A third plane crashed into the Pentagon and a fourth, crashed outside of Pittsburgh.

What a rat’s nest. What a statement about who we are as people. There’s not much more I can say about that.

My grandmother, who lives in Brooklyn, hasn’t been heard from, but it may be just that the phone lines are so swamped we can’t reach her.

Kevin’s uncle works across the street from the wtc, but took the day off for reasons only the angels know.

I’m gonna go fire up music match and listen to Aretha Franklin sing “Wholly Holy” about nine times….




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