Before 9/11 was 9/11 it was, uh, 9/11. That’s right a date on the calendar. Anything more boring than that. Quick what’s today’s date. The percentage of you that got it right, or checked something to get it right, or got it wrong, or didn’t care, might work out to be the same percentage that morning.

Someone got up that morning to go to work. Do you remember going to work. A lot of you don’t. What I mean by that is when you get more established work is different; it’s somethinc you chose, or been forced to “chose” and have accepted your donkey burden. Remember, how strange it is when you first start. How incredibly different it seems from well, life. It’s then you remember going to work. I had this job when I was a teenager washing dishes. On the kitchen floor, on my first day, was a glue trap with a live mouse in it; slowly a rodent break-dancer, breaking its limbs off.

That morning somebody’s alarm went off. Maybe it had a big digital read-out of the date, but I doubt it. Jus’ probably the time. Horrible as that is. 6:42, 5:33, oops, I forgot to set it. I’m late. I’m sure someone rushed that morning. Someone rushed to work. People who were connected to people that died that day don’t need me to do them the disservice of trying to offer solace. They are finding it in their own way, or not finding it, or they will find it. It’s theirs to do in their way. I do want to say tho that killers of the kind that killed on that morning kid themselves. They think at least they’re going to be remembered. They’re not. We confuse this, because their actions, historical as they are -- in the way that a medical chart only records the injuries and illnesses, not in any way an actual biography -- are remembered. They themselves are always obliterated in their actions. Ignominy is a blister. Only.

NYC has recovered. It’s popped this blister. You can feel it here. We’re a tough town. You know what, it pissed us off. We’re still pissed ‘bout it. But, we don’t have a lot of time. And, we have things to do. But don’t misunderstand, there’s something that’s right up there in our selves ‘bout it and will always be and that’s this.
 
Someone got up that morning to go to work.