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I have a little trouble with this attitude.

I understand where you're coming from. It hit all of us, not just New York. Still, there is an incredible difference between watching this on tv/Internet and actually being there.

I think the real key is that none of us forget just exactly how we felt that day. In the days ahead, we'll need that.

I promised myself I wouldn't say much abt 9/11 from a personal nature, at least, not online. You see, I live on 20th St and Ave C. Can't see the towers from where I live, didn't even hear it when it happened. I found out abt 11AM from a neighbor. But, I remember the scared people coming streaming northward up Ave C from downtown. I remember milling amongst them trying to find a working phone (and not suceeding) to call my Mom in VA and tell her we're still among the living, only to find out that night that her husband at the Pentagon was missing (His remains were found on the 18th). I remember talking with some of the guardsmen and state troopers manning the exclusion zone on 14th and 1st, and how words failed us ALL that day.

But most of all, I remember two hysterical young girls, who had just gotten out of BMCC trying to find a way to get crosstown, and get their 10 year old cousins out of the magnet school cross town (don't remember the name). I walked them thru the devlopment, to get them to the M14 a lot quicker, and I remember saying this "We're all just Americans now, because sadly, the people that did this see our passports as hunting liscenses, and they don't care much beyond that." I hope they still believe that, I do.

But, most of all, I believe this: Life's too short to live in the shoulda, woulda, coulda realm. So, with that, when I met Mrs Right, I faced two choices...leave in Dec, or marry her. The ceremony's in June. You see, the terrorists only win when we stop getting on with the business of living.