Hello, dear
random visitor.
This is not the regular kind of blog as you might have noticed –
conceived as a daily, it has become …well, annual. Many reasons – travels mostly,
and this year also a couple of broken legs…
My love for
New York cannot be any stronger than on this day – September 11th.
The day fills you with sadness, and pride, and joy, and frustration, and
compassion, and many other contradicting emotions.
I love New York. I love
people who call it home – New-Yorkers. Please, if you don’t live here, come and
see for yourself. You will meet the most hardworking and fun-loving crowd. For
the most part.
So – today.
It started with grey serenity – in the sky and in the mood of the city. And
then, as the day progressed, the sun came out, and so did the smiles, and
laughter and busy crowds, of tourists and locals.
Every
September 11th I dedicate my post to the local firehouse. Yes, I am
partial. I see their trucks every day on the neighborhood streets. I bump into them (firemen, not trucks) in the local Fairway
supermarket. My dog used to LOVE their biscuits - they always have plenty for
the four-legged neighbors. And! If this was not enough - they are the nicest
group of people. Could it be that all the firemen of NYC are like this? I
wouldn’t be surprised. So this year again, I am saying here what many people
feel, today and every day - thank you! To you and to your families.
And the next
time when I see you flying through the streets of neighborhood, I will pretend
to mind my own business and not notice you. But the truth is, there will be a
heartfelt prayer for your safety coming your way.
THANK YOU!
Blue.
PS. For my
friends who are checking if I posted today – oh, have faith in me, people. You
knew I would.