Quick comments on the second anniversary of the September 11th attacks: I was driving down Route 128, heading south, when I heard the news that day. A plane had crashed into one of the World Trade Center buildings. At the time, it wasn’t a horrific, major news story yet. In fact, that’s all they knew. They didn’t know how big the plane was and had no other assessment of the situation. In fact, they had one witness on the radio who said it was just a small Cessna-type plane. Ten minutes later I was pulling into Natick, the second plane had just hit, and the radio station had switched to a New York feed, where they were calling over the air for every available firefighter and policeman to get to the WTC as soon as possible. Now I knew. I remember the first thing I thought was “geez, I really hope nobody’s hurt.” How naive and odd is that? That’s how……numb I was to the whole situation. Common sense told me a lot of people were hurt/dead, but somehow I kept trying to tell myself – to convince myself – that maybe, just maybe, nobody got hurt. Wow.
Here’s a little pic of myself and my friend Leo, taken in front of the fabled Green Monster at Fenway Park after the Bruce Springsteen show. I am flat-out bragging!
After three years, I’m thinking about changing my hair. I’m not sure if it’s because I’ve moved out of the city and perhaps I feel I need a change to make me feel more hip or maybe I’m just bored. I may, in fact, grow a mullet. I mean, why the hell not? I’ve already grown a soul patch, although I’m not quite sure how long that will last. I’m totally rambling……
Song now playing: Van Morrison – “Bulbs”