9/11

I tend to try & not obsess about 9/11; as someone who was there, I selfishly feel lucky that I didn't lose anyone I knew personally, and it's also a reminder to myself how lucky I was to live there for almost 15 years. I do like to share one memory, tho. I remember the day after 9/11 when we were all at the Turkey's Nest, collecting ourselves and making sure everyone was okay, and listening to the tales of a regular who'd been there. He was running from rubble covered in WTC dust; we were dumbstruck as he told us stories of seeing falling bodies and running past body parts - we all, including him, marveled that he'd survived.

But one thing I'll remember for all my years, no matter how long I live, is what he said at the door as he was leaving. Muttering under his breath, I don't think anyone else even heard him but me, as he pushed open the door he said "Now after all that, watch me walk out the door right now and get hit by a fucking bus." 

Ride on, everybody.