Wednesday, September 27, 2006
A short theatrical critique
Sorry I haven't posted in a while. Somehow living life gets in the way of writing about life. I just went to the 1st show of the season for the Hippodrome. My family gave me season tickets for Mom's Day. We saw 'The 25th Annual Putnum County Spelling Bee". Hysterical is the word I would use. I'm not sure what it says about me that I find the angst of pre-teen nerds funny but when they are singing about in-opportune erections....
Wednesday, September 06, 2006
Excuse Me. I think I'm about to be sick.
This weekend at the NY State Fair I had the chance to see the Veterans and 9-11 Memorial that they have on display. I cannot begin to tell you how overwhelming it is to stand in front of that enourmous, scarred and twisted piece of steel knowing that it was part of the twin towers and it is in this memorial because thousand of people died in the rubble of those towers.
I can tell you that as I stood there holding Hannah in my arms and reading the names on that memorial I wanted to wail and kick and cry. Of course I didn't do any of that. Well I did cry and I hugged Hannah close and kissed her until she pushed me away. How can one person do that to another person let alone thousands? I just cannot fathom the hatred that that action must be derived from.
And now everthing is changed from the way we travel to the type of mail we open. It just tears me up that my children won't ever know the safety (albiet only the perception of safety) of pre-911. They will always have the fear of terrorism hanging over their heads. Excuse me. I think I'm about to be sick.
I can tell you that as I stood there holding Hannah in my arms and reading the names on that memorial I wanted to wail and kick and cry. Of course I didn't do any of that. Well I did cry and I hugged Hannah close and kissed her until she pushed me away. How can one person do that to another person let alone thousands? I just cannot fathom the hatred that that action must be derived from.
And now everthing is changed from the way we travel to the type of mail we open. It just tears me up that my children won't ever know the safety (albiet only the perception of safety) of pre-911. They will always have the fear of terrorism hanging over their heads. Excuse me. I think I'm about to be sick.
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