There are windows in my office, but nowhere near my desk. As a result, nothing of importance happened in my world between 3:00pm and 4:00pm Thursday. A few blocks away in the Hudson River something spectacular occurred.
Notice the irony? I can be back in Vermont where I was “safe,” secure (but never quite felt it) or I can be in the same exact city as where all these damn birds like to fly into engines and I still might as well be over 300 miles away because I’m busy living my life instead of anyone else’s. And… ironically, feel much safer and more secure than anywhere else in the world.
But I did take the time to txt my mommy when I heard someone get a phone call about that plane crash, just to let her know I wasn’t randomly on a plane to North Carolina… or randomly swimming in the Hudson River. (Which, hi, I will never be doing.)