Sep 15 2001
Home of the Brave
Rufus and I were both encouraged to see all the flags flying in our neighborhood today. Nearly every shop and restaurant on Union Street has one or more on display. One of the most touching was one hand-made by a child, Magic Marker on a sheet of construction paper. We have one flying from our balcony, and though it can’t be seen from the street, it can be seen from the neighboring buildings. I hope whoever is responsible for this knows that this country, the spirit of its people, and all it stands for remain and always will be unbroken and unbowed.
I think that Tuesday’s disaster was something in the nature of the Apple of Knowledge in the Garden of Eden. We’ve always been naked, we just didn’t realize it. The question now is how to cover ourselves.