Here we are

I don't suppose I even thought about this 5 years ago. It never once occurred to me that I'd ever live in the DC area. Yet, here I am, driving right by the Pentagon every morning on my way to work. This morning, traffic was awful. Flashing blue lights were everywhere and I saw 10 or 15 news vans parked in the parking lot with their satellite doo-flobs up. On the day of the actual event, I had just moved to Tucson and it was the 2nd week of classes at UofA. When they cancelled class, I remember thinking they were crazy-- after all, we were so far away from all the action. I mean, I had friends all over the island of Manhattan that morning-- and one was apparently in NJ with a perfect view of the whole mess from atop the horse she was riding-- and one who fortunately had a Sprint cellphone-- the only tower that wasn't knocked down-- and so I could hear her sobbing as she watched smoke blotting it all out. And yet here I am now, so very close. In one of the cities that actually is a target. And really? It only took me an extra 10 minutes to get to work today.