September 11, 2002.
Its been a year. What a year it has been. I was up early this morning and watched and listened to the wailful keen of the drum and bagpipe corps that passed through the boroughs of New York. That sound will stick by me for awhile I think.
I found a fireman today on duty at some minor accident and thanked him for being there. These are certainly the heroes.
There are many things we could ask of ourselves, our children, and posterity. But the most important one is: