Sunday, September 11, 2011


Today I had the chance to attend a Texas town's remembrance of the tenth anniversary of 9/11.

Touching.  It's refreshing sometimes to see things done well at a scale a little smaller than Big D's: to get to sit right next to ROTC students as they post the colors; to get to thank the young girl who (very creditably) sang the national anthem; to eat home-made brownies or ladle your own punch; to shake hands with firemen... and to stand right next to a piece of twisted, melted steel that was once part of the north tower of the World Trade Center.  This 2 ton chunk of metal - once a floor beam - is now a relic.  It will become the focus of a memorial park to 9/11 and to the county's first responders.
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Out of the pain of 9/11 I'm glad this one good thing has come, this fellow-feeling between firefighters here and now and firefighters then and there, between NYC and a small town in Texas.  As the minster's prayer put it: "We are all brothers and sisters together."  Maybe we're a bit more aware of that today.

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