The demise of Osama bin Laden is obviously welcome, but there is far more to be done. Nowhere is this more pressing than with our nation's refusal to demand that the Saudi government accept culpability for supporting the terrorists who attacked us.
Might it be, as my mother said to me on this ugly, sinful day,/ That the world is on its last go-round?/ Hijacked wild birds strip the sky of its innocent morning breath/Steel towers crumple like playing cards on an uneven metal table...
For these responders, September 11th does not merely reflect a day, week or even months. Instead it is a lifetime of psychological digestion, one only truly understood by others that worked on the pile.
In the aftermath of an inconceivable assault, New York's ferryboat captains, tug crews, dinner-boat and sailing-yacht operators and other mariners stepped in, spontaneously, to provide invaluable, irreplaceable assistance.
The National 9/11 Commission executive summary begins; "At 8:46 on the morning of September 11, 2001, the United States became a nation transformed." Transformed we are indeed, to a new normal that is a more worried normal. But is it a wiser normal?