The Priority of Memory on September 11

This morning, everyone agreed, the sky over New York City was crisp and clear, like it was on The Day. I was up early, and at sunrise, Venus, the Crescent Moon, and Jupiter, were in a wonderful alignment in the sky. I put up Old Glory, unfurled in a Flatbush that has seen so much before, then put on my tie, and headed for the office. The Q train was filled, crowded with workers and students. I was proud, as some of the international students noted who stayed with us during our daughter's recent wedding, that New York City remains so incredibly, remarkably, miraculously diverse. All of us, working folks, students, New Yorkers, headed on our way to varied points throughout the 5 boroughs to do our New York thing, and hopefuilly return home this evening. Today, at the office, the morning included, as it always has and no doubt will among those who were there and remember, a sharing of a few stories and memories. The tales of Brooklyn on that day remain varied and extraordinarily person personal, as for everyone.

We've told the story here, before. This year, we will let the memories establish their own priorities as we see what the future brings.

September Concert: Top Jazz Artists Perform Tonight at Ashford and Simpson's Sugar Bar on the upper west side. Details here