don't think I have to tell anybody about last week but here it is anyway. Terrorists
destroyed the Twin Towers and part of the Pentagon one week ago today. I have
not been anywhere near the wreckage and don't plan on it until everything is
clear. As it is, I don't even want to be here in Manhattan at all. Last Tuesday,
I got on the train at 9:40AM, clueless, but didn't even sit down before I heard
talk that the train would probably not be allowed into the tunnels. Hearing
that, I walked off the train, went to a nearby deli and saw what seemed to be
unbelievable on the television. I raced home in time to see the second building
collapse. Today is my first day back in Manhattan. Happily, tomorrow is my last
day working here and I've firmed my resolve to move as far away as possible
from any metro area. This place is not safe and, in light of last Tuesday, should
a larger disaster happen, there might not be any way to get out fast enough.
I don't like the idea of living in fear but fear is a natural emotion, necessary
for self-preservation and I am not going to ignore the obvious: The onset of
a holy war means that no rules apply because the enemy does not fear
anything. Self-preservation is not a concern. Be assured, last Tuesday was only
the beginning of something that is sure to change the world in ways that we
cannot imagine. Some people point to religious prophecy that the end is near.
My only hope is that good will prevail.
past weekend was a nice time to get outside and drive throughout the Delaware
Water Gap area preserve. There is still much land out there that hasn't been
completely overrun by the infectious human race. Also a good weekend to take
the dogs out with the motorcycle. I cleared new paths, defying last year's tornado
and banged up the bike quite a bit. But all in all, only one leg cut and a few
Yes! Live at Radio
City Music Hall!
weekend event and a last minute bolt to the 11:02 train to cap a fine Saturday
of youth capturing memories. The band played with predictable style and pose
to an aging audience of fans and well-wishers, enjoying the music of almost
a quarter century's time. The songs remain intact, although somewhat tired at
times as show after show has sapped some of the energy. But I got to sing full
out along to the Roundabout encore and couldn't have been happier. I
only wish that there was new music that compares to the complex arrangment of
a quarter century ago.
9/5/2001: I got another opportunity
to share my thoughts and perform with artists last night at the Smooth Spot,
getting my turn at piano, drums, and guitar. I was also immortalized on film
again in an intersting way. The film is being made for GOD and I was
given a chance to elaborate on my unorthodox views concerning the role of humans
on earth and the impact which they create. A quick run to Metro North across
midtown Manhattan and I was home just after midnight. My stocks are still in
the pit but I feel alright because good music makes it all seem just fine.
Once again I have been reminded of
the importance of certain people in life. Everyday we have the chance to meet
new people: some become memory, others become a bridge to the life force which
connects us all. It is good to be a bridge builder.
9/4/2001: Labor Day weekend in the
northeast was nothing less than beautiful. My only hope is that people will
start putting money back in the market so I might regain my losses. By the way,
my stock picks turned out to be way off from what I was saying a few months
ago. The days are getting cooler and shorter. Summer is over, I guess.