A Good Name – Part II

Continued from “A Good Name”      Upon landing, Frank and I took a cab to the city, checked into our room and went right back out to catch a cab. We headed toward “Ground Zero.” We were left at the curb in front of Trinity Church, which...

A Good Name – Part III

Continued from, “A Good Name – Part II”      Anyone who lingered by the teddy bears was visibly moved. With swollen eyes and my arm around Frank’s waist, we walked another two hundred yards to the 3:00 position and found ourselves...

The Prodigal Father, Part III

        I did call and I was taken back to hear how weak and feeble my father sounded.  He was breathing laboriously and was characteristically stubborn as I probed foranswers. He did NOTwant any of us coming there and he did...

The Mourning After

     It looked like something Steven Spielberg or George Lucas whipped up in their special effects studio. Hijacked planes, balls of flame, debris (and people) falling from burning buildings, skyscrapers being leveled to dust, pedestrians...

The Mourning After, Part II

I need to remember. I must not forget. I try to recall what I was thinking when the only cities on fire were far across the ocean. I review mental images of Belfast, Beirut, and Kosovo and I wonder how I managed to compartmentalize my emotions. My stomach has been in...