Another year, another Memorial Morning.
It’s so different now than it was 23 years ago (I realize how stupid that sounds) though not in the ways I’d hoped.
The world doesn’t look the way I thought it would by now:
- We are still reliant on foreign oil.
- We are still horribly divided (this dance isn’t new—it’s easy to forget the “WHAT MANDATE?!?” bumper stickers from when Scalia played fast-and-loose with the future of our country.
- We are still fighting for the same rights that three attractive women managed to secure by the end of the movie 9-to-5. Don’t believe me? Watch it again—with your kids. Watch their jaws drop. (Hell, Dolly alone is worth watching just cuz she’s awesome!)
I look forward to next year, to a world of more hope, less division, and fewer people being fooled by Russian Bots.
In the meantime, I’m going to do what I usually do on the morning of 9/11: Watch the memorial stream with the least commentator nattering, listen for “Wendy Wakeford” in honor of our extraordinary principal, and continue with a day that looks like any other day.*
Although looking out the window, I notice that the sky, while blue, is not quite as vibrantly blue as it was in Lower Manhattan at 7:50 am 23 years ago.
*In case you aren’t familiar with the Memorial Bells, here are the times and reasons.