December 17th, 2001
It is the three month anniversary of the attack on the World
Center. It is 92 days since the world changed. I couldn't
from it today if I tried.
The news was full of it; every newscast today reminded me
that it was
the three month anniversary since the attack on the World
It is a moment that will never leave us - not this side of
This morning, while waiting for the car service to pick me
up to take me
to an appointment, the clock ticked to the exact moment three
that my chimney shook when a plane hit the first tower.
I will live forever with the sight of the first Tower burning
today, when they were reliving that on television, I found
myself on the
verge of tears. I have not seen the footage of the second
the second tower for weeks; it took my breath away again when
I saw it
We cannot run from all of this. It is here. It is part of
us. It will
always be part of us. It is now part of the fabric of this
will be part of the fabric of this city forever.
That's how big this was. It will live with us forever. And
myself of that as I walk the streets from one day to the next.
will be with us forever. A hundred years from now when they
this city the story will include the destruction of the Trade
the changes that event evoked within the city within which
The city was filled with memorial services, at the site,
churches, in quiet moments with people standing at the corner,
downtown, to where the Twin Towers had once been, quiet.
Halfway across the world, the drama unleashed by Osama Bin
continues to play itself out. Kandahar has fallen, or has
fallen. A Vietnam era Daisy Cutter bomb has been used at the
of the caves where it is suspected Osama is hiding and the
that there is screaming for mercy coming over the radio.
It is a quiet day in New York, quiet like it was in the days
attacks; I walked through the SoHo and the streets were deserted.
People were huddled together in sparsely peopled restaurants,
quietly. Traffic was down. Everything was quieter than it
As I was. Quieter than usual. When I read things about faceless
crying for mercy as we bomb them, I also think of the people
the Towers fell or sitting innocently in their offices in
as a plane plowed them into eternity.
For every action, there is a reaction. And a set of actions
ricocheting across the globe and we will all continue to feel
it for the
rest of our lives. I suspect that is why people were quiet
as we remembered the beginning of the rest of our lives.
It has been enormously warm here in New York and up and down
coast. A man on the street said the grand weather was God's
giving us a break.
And it has been warmer than I remember any November or December
history. Only in the last few days has a cold tinge settled
in over the
city, making the Christmas Trees look as if they belong.
On the weekend, we went up to the country, where it snowed
six inches on
Saturday night. It was beautiful on Sunday morning, sitting
dining room table and sipping a mug of steaming coffee. The
at peace and nature in harmony.
As I had checked out of Staples the day before leaving for
I asked the woman how she was as she filled my bag with folders
envelopes. "Grateful for what I have, in times like these."
A year ago those words would not have been so poignant. Now
as wise as time itself.