Fighter jets over the Hudson tomorrow, loud cannon booms from the USS New York. A celebration, so don't jump out of your skins.
I have to say my blood runs cold on the rare occasion when I see or hear an F16 overhead. It brings back the time when they patrolled the sky in pairs, too late, on that beautiful morning.
Apparently the ship's bow is built from 7 and 1/2 tons of World Trade Center steel and the ship's motto is, "Strength through sacrifice. Never forget."
I find this more than a little troubling.
Vince visited the warship last week (he's now flat on his back, sick...bad vibes?) and was impressed by the demeanour and helpfulness of her crew. He'll post about it when he's functioning again. He and I are nostalgic for people who say please and thank you, who stand aside and who stand up straight. Of our stomping grounds, neither the entitled sidewalks of Cobble Hill, nor the hood on the LES, is a fertile hunting ground for a person searching for humans who practise deference, or unfettered, disinterested kindness.