You know, I hadn’t really thought hard about it, until I heard Garrison Keeler talk about it on this week’s Prairie Home Companion.
I still cannot fathom the loss of life, the horror, and the sheer magnitude of 9-11. As the anniversary approaches, and I find the poignant words, not the news media, not the poets, and not the politicians, but people who say what they mean, and how the feel, for no other reason than to express that they cannot express themselves.
I still cry for New York. It was my home. I will always love that city, and I will always feel some pain when I think of what has happened.
I will probably cry in September for a long, long time.