Archives for September 2001

to add today. Well almost nothing. At midnight, I started receiving phone calls from NY. People who had checked in much earlier, that we knew were safe, who knew their friends and loved ones were safe. And who, after some time alone, away from the event, were very upset. One of whom couldn’t bring himself to mention something I know he saw. All I can add to the ongoing commentary: don’t assume that physically well people are OK. If last night was any indication, they’re probably not. They need your warm embrace, and your quiet voice in their ear, and most importantly your ears, fully attuned to whatever they need to communicate.