Memories, Not So Fond

Do you recall the morning of
September 11, 2001?

No matter what you were doing on that fateful morning, you can never look back fondly.  

My son was nine and we had been in Buffalo the night before to see our broker regarding our new home there. This morning we  left the motel in Batavia near eight had our breakfast and were on the road when we the news of what had befallen us and I was the city.

Being new to the route from Buffalo into the city the plan was then for us to drive by tunnel to Manhattan cross 34 street and take the expressway into Queens. Some time near 9 PM we found ourselves denied that access as the roads were closed and we had to detour  up to the Bronx and cross the Whitestone Bridge instead so it was  

after 10:30 before I could find a place to park.

Down through the years I have faced many disappointments, none so deep as knowing that not one of our elected leaders has raised his voice in protest at the foul determinations that has left this legacy to our progeny.

There is no excuse for them and they are all complicit with the doers of the deed. The question still remains how have they been paid for their silence. 

The Body of Evidence stands for ever in witness of the culprits and criminals in whose protection we have been silenced. I choose to raise my voice in protest. We need to know and call to account the  

doers of the deed.

At whose door do we park the blame?


Who wove the tapestry Macabre?