Ten years on, it hasn’t gotten much easier to get my head around the brutality and tragedy of that Tuesday morning. I’ve been blogging on this website long enough to show you what I did back then – I over-wrote the main html page so that all that displayed was this: http://drunkcyclist.com/archive/gallery_wtc.htm.
Today I got up at 4 am and rode my bike 3 hours. Went and did some climbs. I just felt right. Pain is good right?
When I got home, I spend about an hour with the remote control and my 5 yr old daughter showing her that happened a decade ago. There were a lot of programs showing overviews or repeats of the original aired coverage.
It was a surreal moment. My daughter is old enough to ask questions. She has been to New York, just this last summer in fact, and she will tell you that it is the best place in the world. She sat with me and watched that second plane hit the south tower, as we all did a decade ago. She watched the towers fall, first one, impossibly, and then the other, impossibly again. How could such a thing happen? She simply could not believe the amount of smoke and dust.
I used words like “terror,” “evil,” “horror,” and “war” to describe what were were watching. She used words like “sad” and “why.”
I couldn’t tell her why people do such things to each other. I could just hold her in my arms.
There are a lot of people bitching on the internet about the, frankly, over the top feel to today’s multimedia retrospectives, tributes and dedication. I’ll not join that chorus today. I do not know anyone who died that day, but I have spoken with people who did. And I have friends that still live in New York. A lot of innocent, good, decent people were killed in New York, Washington, and Pennsylvania for no god damn reason.
So, get up early, go ride. Come home, hug kids, watch football.
I don’t care who you are, Jim Cornelison tore the damn lid off the national anthem today in Chicago.
After a quick lunch, I took my 5 yr old to see Spy Kids: All the Time in the World in 4D. It was, without question, one of the worst films I have ever seen. My daughter, of course, absolutely loved it. We had popcorn and held hands. It was good.
Then I spent the balance of my day watching more football, eating pizza and hot wings, and drinking beer. You know why? Because I can. America. Fuck yeah.
Two of the many things I’ve read today which will be on my mind for some time: