I looked at my wall calendar a few days ago and said “Holy f%&*@n shit!” out loud. Chad was talking to a contractor and looked back at me, laughing a little. “You all right?” he asked. “Oh, sorry,” I said, “Pay no attention to me.”

I had just realized that September 11th was on a Tuesday again. Come full circle. Yesterday was the day. It doesn’t seem that long ago. The buildings haven’t been rebuilt, nobody knows where Osama is, the war has no end in sight. It can’t really be that long ago.

My wife was telling her schoolkids about 9-11 yesterday and some of them said “What’s 9-11?”. They’re in the 6th grade. They had no idea. Year before last, my wife told her schoolkids in Brooklyn on Veterans Day about how we’re at war right now. They wanted to know why. She told them about the weapons of mass destruction but they didn’t understand why we were still there now. Kids, huh?

A few of us walked all over Manhattan that first 9-11, to three different hospitals trying to donate blood, but they didn’t need it - there weren’t many wounded. There were missing person posters all over the city for months, until the snow and rain ate them away - there weren’t many survivors. It’s come all the way around now on the calendar - but there isn’t much difference. Just body bags coming home in the dark.

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