Eleven Years

Today is clear, brisk, brilliantly sunny.
The perfect September morning in the
New York metropolitan area.

Just as it was eleven years ago, on another Tuesday.

I borrowed this picture from the Facebook account

of Laura Deckleman, who lives in Far Rockaway in New York,

across the water from lower Manhattan.

Laura's husband Paul was a radio colleague of Howard's and mine,

in 1978.  The year Howard and I got married.

The year this picture was taken.

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One year ago, Howard and I were in Southold,

staying at the beach house, on the anniversary of the

September 11th attacks.  That post is here.

Forgetting September 11th is impossible.

Laura is an artist; this is her interpretation of the famous

Thomas Franklin photo, from the Bergen Record newspaper,

of three exhausted, dust-covered firemen hoisting our flag

over the ruins of the WTC on the afternoon of 9/11.

For this post, I started writing down whom I was asking

The Almighty to bless -- our first responders, our

servicemen and women, our politicians --

but really . . . God bless us, every one.

The George Washington Bridge, this morning.

This picture also from the Facebook account of another

former radio colleague's wife.  Peri Apollo Shacknow

snapped this on her commute from Long Island this morning.

She said it made the traffic seem "pretty irrelevant."  

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We are back from Massachusetts, following my father-in-law's funeral.

My mother-in-law is back in her apartment in Florida; Howard

flew down with her this weekend and got her settled in.

Many thanks for your kind words of sympathy and understanding.

We will miss our Zaide.  -- Cass