September 11th, 2007

hug

never forget

All of lower Manhattan seems to be in a funk today. Subway trains run slow. Commuters emerge from tunnels with a little less cheer, a little less spring in their step. Even the weather is dark. Ten o'clock on a September morning looks like ten o'clock on a November night.

At first I thought, "What is up with everyone today?" And then I remembered.

Oh.

That. Yeah.

On the TV in the office, which is usually tuned to market commentary, someone is reading the names of the dead.