It’s not for lack of trying, though. In 2002, the first year following the attack, we were able to see the blue pillars of light from here, all the way in Queens. Today I was hoping to get a photo to post here so I drove to the highest point I could think of but no luck. I drove around for about half an hour, hoping to find a decent vantage point where I’d be able to see the lights. Couldn’t see a thing. I suspect it had something to do with the cloudy weather.
Frank walked by the World Trade Center on his way home from work tonight to pay his respects. He said during lunchtime, you could barely walk around downtown because of the crowds. He’s on Wall Street now, not far from the WTC. (If anyone’s new to my blog, Frank worked in the World Trade Center. I posted about it last year.)
On a lighter note, tonight Theresa asked me if I would drop some sorority stuff off to her that she left home. It’s a lucky thing her college is close, eh? So I park the car & walk into the dorm like I belong there. The girl manning the front desk wasn’t familiar but she didn’t question me. When I got to the 4th floor, I hear a chorus of girls yelling out, “Hi Theresa’s mom!” I found that pretty funny. But not as funny as one of the girls saying to me, “Make Theresa do her own laundry!” (Earlier this week, I did a load for her and dropped it off.)
I’m just mom. When I go to ballgames or other school events I hear “hi mom” from a dozen kids. I like it.