I’ve been away from my blog for a long period of time on account of a number of things. I finally left the city and went to one of my favorite places on earth, Cape Cod. Also, the year never really starts for me until we get through 9/11. I know that sounds odd but the anniversary always creates a rush of emotion and until it goes by, I don’t feel in the swing of the year. This year I went to a ceremony at the Fireman’s memorial on 100th street. I happened there somewhat by chance last week. I had been in 2008 but haven’t been back since. The area was packed with firemen and their families. The ceremony was very touching, a reminder of how many people ran into those buildings to save others as part of their jobs. I remember when I came back to New York the first time after 9/11, I wanted to kiss the ground when I got off the plane, thrilled that my city was still here. Instead, I went to a fire station and gave them flowers. I remember New Yorkers cheering the firemen as trucks went by towards any fire alarm in the city. I lived in Italy then and 9/11 was a watershed moment and one piece of a complicated decision to come back to the US.
On to other matters of less consequence, the other big hindrance to my blogging life is of course, work. There is always something that gets in the way of our hobbies and passions. I’m glad to have it, especially at this time and in this economy but I do miss my blog, writing and honestly, fishing with my Dad on the Cape. I’ve been fishing with my Dad my whole life. I’m not particularly talented at it but I do look forward to our fishing days each year.