recap

Sunday, April 30, 2006

Last night,

after the March, and after the volunteers get-together, we walked to Ground Zero. It was difficult for both of us. He, who has lived in this city most of his life, and who has been there before, and for me, whose first time it was.

There is a presence there not like anything else I've ever felt. And memories. And, yes, tears.

And, after the tears, anger that this unspeakable tragedy has been used as the pretext for so much additional evil.

Posted by puddle at 4/30/2006 05:51:00 a.m.