Last night, sitting at the Curve Inn in Springfield, Illinois, watching the Jets-Cowboys game (a great one won by the New Yorkers playing in Jersey), Liz said to look at the digital clock, which read 9-11. Shivers.
The last time we were in town, we were again at the Curve Inn when news of the death of the biggest coward and best hidey-cat came out which sent cheers through the bar. The same bartender was there as well.
Saw lots of big flags at half mast driving across Missouri. As well as lots of the home variety 3X5s and even smaller ones. Cemeteries were especially decorated.
I still think that a proper memorial would have been to leave the part of the outer structure of the one tower that remained upright after the building came down. That was the most striking reminder left at Ground Zero.
Sure, it would have been necessary to do some reinforcing to it, possibly even cut it down some, but that should have remained.
I see that today Ground Zero was opened to us regular folk.
Not Forgetting.
Being an account of some things I'm interested in, what I'm doing, and reflections on my past, especially music.
Listen to this man. Seven years of college, you know. Trying to reason with 2020 and, now, 2022.
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