9/11

I have been glued to the tele­vi­sion over the past couple of weeks, and i’m sick with grief as i listen to these wives, moth­ers, sons and daugh­ters show pic­tures of their lost loved-​ones. It is so tragic to see the panic and loss in their faces, as they plead with the tele­vi­sion crews, describ­ing what their dad­dies and hus­bands were wear­ing when they left the house that morning.

Lisa and I are so thank­ful that every­one we know and love are safe — it was a fright­ful couple of days in Boston, because our city seems to be the origin of much of this mad­ness. Many of the pas­sen­gers in the AA and UA flights that left Logan were from Mass­a­chu­setts. I watched all after­noon as the Westin hotel in the Back Bay was raided, and appar­ently police pulled a man of arabic descent off an Amtrak train in Rhode Island. There is also talk of Boston cabbies… So far, it seems, noth­ing has mate­ri­al­ized, and i hope and pray that the FBI and law enforce­ment are patient and respect­ful of civil lib­er­ties. I also hope to God that people remain calm, and allow the police to do their job.