We are approaching another anniversary of the first WTC bombing at the end of the month. Long term readers know I was there on that day that seems like yesterday. I pass ground zero every day on my way to work. The memories of that day, 9-11 and just ordinary memories of time I spent at the WTC with friends who are no longer here are with me every time I pass.
Oddly, being home in NYC makes it easier on the nerves. The cars and the bustle do not leave one the time for such luxuries of post traumatic stress or flash backs. The dull sounds of cars, trains and whatever else serve as reminder that I am home.
My home will never be the same but life goes on. I will not forgive those who make a mockery of that day with insane conspiracy theories always centering on Joooos. Those who died deserve better than to have their memories exploited by Marxist bigots for political gain.