I was there. I wasn't supposed to be but my Grandmother was dying in a hospital in the upper east side. I had changed my flight so as not to leave that morning. I was alone. The last thing I needed with everything that had been happening was to be alone. Thank god for my friend Courtney. She knew what had been going on and why I was still in NY. When she could she would try the phone and became my lifeline that day. Finally around 2p she knocked on the door. Fritz got home at 4p. We all hugged, grateful for each other and for the world not having ended until we were all together. We had no idea what was going to happen, if there would be a systematic decimation of our city or if the worst was over. So we bought beer. I was in a bit of an overloaded state and begged them to go to the park to play football. If you know me - it makes sense. I'm in perpetual motion, even when I'm tired, and I've always dealt with stress by being physical. As the smoke rose over our city and the jet fighters did their thing, the 3 of us did our best to keep sane.
To this day the sound of a low flying plane freaks me out a little, I have dreams I don't wish to repeat, and I knew people who were in those towers. Thankfully, no one close to me. While this might sound weird, I am glad I was there. With the city I love, had grown up around and lived in, and the people who make it what it is. In the following weeks I saw NYC as I'd never seen before. Everyone came together. Everyone was glad to be alive. And yes, as Nanci Griffith said above, maybe we ALL thanked the lord for the land that we live in. I may not like where it's headed and all that has been lost in the last 5 years, but I am thankful to be here.
Thanks for tuning in.....Until 'next' monday.............CHEERS!!