Yes, this is my day of blogging. I just felt the need to separate that first rant from the rest of my ramblings.
It's a very odd feeling now-48 hours later. Work yesterday and today has been pretty much normal. It's bizarre to be sitting around discussing book sales, knowing what else is going on, knowing that people are searching around rubble, hoping against hope and praying to God that there are still people alive. We talk about normal things, laugh and joke, but at the same time I feel bad. How can I be laughing when there's all this pain in the country?
But then again, this is part of the recovery process. If we put our lives on hold, if we stop everything, if we huddle in our houses and apartments, afraid, then we've only given the terrorists what they wanted. We can't live in fear.
Though it's still weird. I had my class last night. The school is in Foggy Bottom, right downtown (not far from the Kennedy Center, I guess). As I walked to and from the Metro, I saw a number of military police, just patrolling the streets. Flags are everywhere. Though this may be one of the lowest points in our nation's history, I look around and am very proud to be an American.
Oh, and on a separate note, for class we had to practice interviewing people out on the street. At Suzanne was interviewing some girl, I noticed a cute guy coming towards us. I smiled; he smiled back. So I interviewed him. He was tall, and cute, and smart, and well-spoken, and nice, and he had given blood that afternoon. He had been at a symposium in the building next to the State Department and apparently there was a car bomb there-he said he felt it. Alas, he is from Chicago. Joe Napoli, if you ever move to D.C., call me. Because dude, this was the perfect guy.
Posted by Barb at September 13, 2001 10:17 AM | TrackBack