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Tag Archives: September 11
The Names
Billy Collins, former poet laureate, wrote “The Names” in the wake of September 11 and read it during a special joint session of Congress in New York on September 6, 2002. This is what poets laureate are for. The Names … Continue reading
View
This was the view from my bedroom in Hoboken. Get ready for it. I am still never ready for it.
Rosh Hashanah at Ground Zero
This is the post you need to read. I first started reading Rossi directly after September 11 – her posts about cooking for the crew in Ground Zero were riveting, awful, healing. You’ll see what I mean when I read … Continue reading Continue reading
The Baltimore Boys
Speaking of Ruben (the friend I mentioned in this post), I thought I would re-post the story of how he and I met. It’s quite extraordinary, and it still has a little whiff of unreality to it, when I look … Continue reading
Yesterday
I hauled ass out to Long Island with two suitcases full of school supplies (and other items) to add to the piles in Michele’s house for her Kids of Katrina project. Last week, I had mentioned Michele’s project to my … Continue reading
The Flight That Fought Back
I watched The Discovery Channel’s The Flight That Fought Back last night. The story is obviously well known. I know the names of all of those people as though they were friends of mine. Jeremy Glick. Todd Beamer. Mark Bingham. … Continue reading
The Names
Billy Collins, former poet laureate, wrote “The Names” in the wake of September 11 and read it during a special joint session of Congress in New York on September 6, 2002. This is what poets laureate are for. The Names … Continue reading
The Blinding Blue Of That Morning
There was already something a little off about that morning. I was running late. Normally I am on the bus, on my way into Manhattan from Hoboken, at 8:45, 9 am. But that morning, I was 20 minutes behind. Because … Continue reading
New Yorkers: Announcement
My sister Siobhan is participating in the city-wide September concert tomorrow – an event of music across the boroughs to commemorate September 11th. Check out everything that’s going on here. Oh, and this is pretty cool: A video of Siobhan … Continue reading
Prepare
Got off the bus at the end of my street. It was dark. I started towards the corner and then saw something out of the corner of my eye. Looked up. My breath caught in my throat. There – above … Continue reading