It wasn't going to be the title or even the subject matter. Except one cannot possibly write today's date down on paper and not stop. And reflect. In fact, come to think of it, isn't it great that this day falls not on a weekday -- if for no other reason than most of us now won't have to constantly and repetitively date documents? Like checks? Or prescriptions? How small that would seem to make it. Right?
9/11/11, 9/11/11, 9/11/11, 9/11/11, all day long... Who needs that? Who wants to devalue that over and over? That kind of repetition makes the heart grow hard. And this is hard enough.
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Where Were You? is too vapid.
Where Were You?, at least in my lifetime, has been utilized for singular killings. Kings and Kennedys.
Where Were You? isn't sufficient, then, when everyone you ask that of was at the crime scene. At the point of the bullet(s). Where were we? We were there.
Candy and I have been to New York several times, both Pre- and Post-. The contrasts are telling. Quite.
Before, the city was the epitome of cocky: Get out of my way, tourist. Get your own city, small-time. There is no right lane here, loser. Every sidewalk is the expressway. New York not only never slept, it never apologized. Or compromised. Or asked How Are You. It didn't care.
And that's why we kept visiting. I think if I said it on one trip I said it on all of them (thinking I was being so original): "New York got 'city' right." New York is, both externally and infrastructurally, right. And they knew it.
I guess the problem is as old as Jr. High School lessons learned. If you're the prettiest girl in class and you know it and flaunt it and enjoy it, revel in it even, there will be some in class who will make it their raison d'etre to take you down. Hard.
Ten years ago on that bright shiny morning beyond belief, the beauty got taken down. And the beast made us watch. And listen. And smell.
And cry. Like Jr. High school children.
Since September 11th, 2001, on our trips to the Apple, can I say that the buzz has been killed? Wounded? Subdued? Has there been a mute button installed? No. And hell no. That would mean the terrorists won. That and that alone, btw. New Yorkers know that since on September 12th, 2001, when every single one of them got up and found their ways back into the city to do their job, the world is watching. September 12th was America's answer to the question, Can You Take A Hit. And the bully has been relatively bully-like since. I.e., he's pretty much run and hid.
Ten years and a day or two ago, New Yorkers were too busy crossing streets and scoffing at tourists and famously looking straight ahead.
Now they look up, too.
Brian K. Mitchell, an R.Ph., is the owner of Mitchell Pharmacy in Kennett. He can be
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