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If you want to know how it all began, click HERE for the FIRST entry. At the top of each post you can click "NEXT ENTRY" and so on. It might make a bit more sense that way, and you might stumble upon one of my better postings in case this one sorta just sucks! CLICK HERE for a RANDOM ENTRY. Friday, Sept. 14, 2001 - 8:06 A.M. Random Thoughts on 911 I wept last night and again today when they showed the coverage of the American Anthem being played during the British Changing of the Guard. Another first for history. Beautiful, touching. Appreciated. What a show of class, huh? I drive to work and see flags I've never seen before. On my block, more than 1/2 of the homes are displaying them. I won't speak right now of the crapheap at the end of the block who continues to fly his mexican flag (I won't capitalize that country when on the topic of flags, and I'm not sorry). I see some crudely yet lovingly made signs displaying "GOD BLESS AMERICA," and it makes me feel sad and proud at the same time. I think about 9/11 and wonder about the coincidence. That number has always been our symbol of emergency. Coincidence? I remember Tuesday afternoon, sitting on my mother's couch, watching the horror getting worse with each report. The drive there was eerily silent, no cars honking, no shouting, and the skies were clear of traffic. And when we heard a very loud and seemingly huge jet roar overhead, I dashed outside in sheer panic. I remember thinking "That's not supposed to be up there!" I shielded my eyes to look up and identify who's air craft it was, but I couldn't see anything. It reminded me of the films I'd seen of war-torn Britain, with bombers and fighters flying over low. What gripped me was that I hadn't ever felt fear from the sky before. Yet another reason to loathe Tuesday's actions. I still have laryngitis. I can't take the "X." I haven't had a snack in years, so it seems, but certainly not in weeks. I am drinking at least 2 bottles of water daily. I am painfully hungry when I get home from work, but I don't eat until supper. And the digital bastard gave me back 2 pounds today. And I don't give a rat's ass. What I need to do is not-not care so much that I take back all 10+ pounds in one fell swoop. But, does it even really matter? Won't you PLEASE leave your feedback here? 0 readers left their mark on this one!
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