Four years ago we lost thousands of lives to terrorists here in NY City. I remember that day, it's a hard one for any of us here to forget. I was supposed to be working at an industrial lighting gig that day, downtown not far from the towers, but had decided the night before that I wasn't going to go in. Around 9 am I got a phone call from my cousin Jane asking if I was ok, because....and she proceeded to tell me what was going on. At the time I was living in Williamsburg and could see the towers from my front stoop. I had a friend stop by, he was on a motorcycle going over the Williamsburg bridge. He was confused at all the papers flying through the air and the gridlocked traffic, so he stopped by to find out what the deal was.
I went into the city that night to see the ordeal first hand. I remember the smell. The smell of burning, but with an air of something worse, and that was only at 14th st where the barracade started. I have a page from a dictionary from the towers. Terrible enough it is the "blood" page. I keep it in a frame to remind me of one of the worst events that has happened here on our shores.
So, today I'm thinking of all those innocents lost. All the brave firefighter's and policemen who lost their lives trying to rescue their countrymen. And how 4 years later, the man responsible has yet to have been caught and there has only been more terror since. Let's all keep those that sacrificed their lives for other's in our thoughts today.
"Only the dead have seen the end of war"