One year later

How do I plan on commemorating the first anniversary of last year’s tragedy?

By not watching any TV coverage about it. By not listening to any radio coverage about it. By not reading any Internet coverage about it.

Because frankly, we’ve all done that every day since the attacks, and nothing’s changed since then. That’s right—in the big picture, nothing’s changed. New York City, Washington, and the rest of the country still grieve over our losses. al Qaeda and (by most accounts) bin Laden still live and breathe. People across the world (and even within this country) from both sides of the issue still bicker constantly and loudly, even though each side quit listening to the other a long time ago. And Americans still aren’t as free as they used to be, whether by our own hand or the fear of “it could happen again”.

So what else can some professional media hack (or, in the case of many Web sites, some amateur media hack-wannabe) tell me? He can tell it to me in appropriately reverent and somber tones. He can tell it to me with pictures and images that we’ve all seen one too many times. He can tell it to a bigger audience, with more flash and more pizazz. But it’s still the same stuff, just a year older but, in some cases, no less painful.

I take that back. One big thing’s changed. No one—my jaded self included—takes life for granted anymore. So how do I plan on commemorating this day? By spending time with my wife. By showing her I love her. Actions, not words.

So what the hell am I doing here? Talk to you tomorrow (or whenever), folks.