Driving to work as usual on Sept. 11, 2001, a beautiful Fall day, I listened to the radio.
There was a report of a plane hitting the World Trade Center in New York
(in my head, an old news photo of a plane that hit the Empire State Building in 1945).
A few minutes later the news: a second plane had struck the other tower.
No accident. My world had changed in a way that couldn't be predicted.

Five years have gone by. The world is a scarier place.

Extremists on all sides, including one in the White House,
vow to destroy each other, each claiming (as always)
that "god is on our side" (what does god make of this?)

I'm going to hang out an American flag and light five candles, and
make you wait until tomorrow to find whatever you were looking for
at this website. Sorry for the delay, but it seems only decent
to pause for a moment and think about the lives lost
on September 11, 2001, and afterwards,
in the bloody spiral of violence.

Al Wasco, Sept 11, 2006
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