Thursday, July 07, 2005

London Transportation Attack

I had intended my first post in America to be a funny, frothy description of being dragged to Area 51 and the Little A'Le'Inn where my ten year old nephew exclaimed. "I drove two hours to look at a sign?!" I was going to talk about how my first day back to driving I got rear ended in Primm, Nevada and my car barely has a scratch and the person that hit me knocked out both headlights and buckled their hood. I was going to talk about how Stuart has been pleasantly surprised by the part of Las Vegas that is not casinos and even the casinos have their charms (99 cent breakfasts and free drinks while you gamble away your life savings). I woke up this morning to discover that the city that will be my adoptive home was attacked. Last week Janelle and I were on the Central Tube Line, and we both saw a big black duffle bag on the ground without an apparent owner in sight. We looked at each other. Tilted our heads. Janelle said, "Let's move." We moved to the front of the car away from the bag, feeling silly but after 9/11 your brain starts to think that way. We may have even said how easy it seemed it would be for someone to do something. I don't have anything insightful or interesting to say. Our friends that are there are okay. My thoughts are with everyone there.


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