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libertangoI've kind of been in "read only" mode for a while now. It's frustrating... sometimes there's moments when I want to say something, but I have nothing really to say.
Anyway...
There's a great article today in the Wall Street Journal in their feature story "A-head" column (so called because the layout of the top of the column sort of looks like a big letter A). It outlines the story of the woman who was the letter carrier for the US Mail on the upper floors of One World Trade Center. It's particularly heart rending because she'd been on that beat, floors 77-110, or so, for over twenty years. So she knew everyone. You really should read it.
But that's not what I'm here to talk to you about. (said the whisper of Arlo Guthrie...)
I'm here to talk to you about the silly thoughts in my head. Such as, every time I see the bond trading firm Cantor Fitzgerald mentioned (who had offices up at the top, and lost 700 of about 1000 world-wide employees that day)... anyway, every time I hear Cantor Fitzgerald mentioned, I can't help thinking, "Oh? And what about Father Goldstein? Let alone Rabbi O'Flanaghan?"
Or... Dare we say it...
Rabbi Denis Leary.
"Pull up your prayer shawl! Argue this pilpul, you fuckin' dolts! Wake up and smell the Torah! Made from the finest cowhide... I'll inscribe today's reading, and ride the rest home..."
I have no idea if that'll be funny to anyone else. All I can say is that I mean well.
Anyway...
There's a great article today in the Wall Street Journal in their feature story "A-head" column (so called because the layout of the top of the column sort of looks like a big letter A). It outlines the story of the woman who was the letter carrier for the US Mail on the upper floors of One World Trade Center. It's particularly heart rending because she'd been on that beat, floors 77-110, or so, for over twenty years. So she knew everyone. You really should read it.
But that's not what I'm here to talk to you about. (said the whisper of Arlo Guthrie...)
I'm here to talk to you about the silly thoughts in my head. Such as, every time I see the bond trading firm Cantor Fitzgerald mentioned (who had offices up at the top, and lost 700 of about 1000 world-wide employees that day)... anyway, every time I hear Cantor Fitzgerald mentioned, I can't help thinking, "Oh? And what about Father Goldstein? Let alone Rabbi O'Flanaghan?"
Or... Dare we say it...
Rabbi Denis Leary.
"Pull up your prayer shawl! Argue this pilpul, you fuckin' dolts! Wake up and smell the Torah! Made from the finest cowhide... I'll inscribe today's reading, and ride the rest home..."
I have no idea if that'll be funny to anyone else. All I can say is that I mean well.
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Date: 2001-10-17 10:55 pm (UTC)I "get" it. heh.
I have stories and thoughts and opinions rattling around in my little head, also. I can't seem to write them in my journal. Everyone is impacted by current events. I am aware that the impact on my life is minimal compared to the losses others have suffered. So I am reluctant to write about the things that are affecting my life at this point. It seems so trivial.
I don't want the observations from my little world to offend or insult those who have suffered much greater loss.
Ergo, about 10 "stories" are stuck in my head and going nowhere.