What's there to say about 9/11 in New York City? It seems to have become an American birthday of sorts, not the type you'd celebrate with cake or cocktails, but the birth of a new, sadder, more hardened--if more patriotic--American spirit. Sometimes, that spirit manages to relax the traditionally defensive stance of the cliched New Yorker, but only in favor of a nationally defensive position.
The tragedy is not just New York, and on some level, even New Yorkers know that, but ours is the unfortunate urban epicenter of what happened, ours is the metropolis that drew people not just from within New York City's boundaries, but beyond, in search of "making it here so they could make it anywhere." And so we remain, literally or emotionally, standing at the edge of the Pit, contemplating the vast crevasse's emptiness and what that void, in its once vibrant and solid opposite, means to us today.
To learn about today's September Concert series (featuring my friend and Rosh Hashanah Girl Michelle Citrin in Union Square this afternoon) click here. To read my reflections from last year, click here.
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