La Camera salva Cosentino.
La Consulta boccia i referendum.
Gli autisti dell’Atac guidano sotto l’effetto della mescalina.
Ho fatto i saldi da Cenci.
Sarà per un’altra volta.
No Surprises
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I am sending you today an e-mail titled “2020 in which I suggest dreamily that you consider a new affiliation for our alma mater, escaping the “peer group” in which we are losing prestige–Amherst, Williams, Middlebury, Bowdoin, Hamilton, also Swarthmore, Haverford, Oberlin, not to mention Union, Colby, Tufts and Bates, and certainly the college with the most beautiful campus and most magnificent new sports facility–Kenyon (where my older son went). Think Patriot League. (Each institution also within a day’s drive of Middletown) I think we could beat Georgetown this year by a field goal.
I will never forget how quickly life changed on September 11th. That morning I took the bus across Manhattan to school like any other day, not really looking forward to anything in particular from my fourth grade lessons. The only thing I remember learning that day was how to run. Not long after school was in session the teachers stopped their lessons, none of the students knew why. Teachers whispered, the lights went out and children were signed out of school; still none of the students knew why. It wasn’t until I was picked up that I knew the horrors of what had happened. My step-mother told me as we made our way into a man’s car, a stranger that agreed to drive us as far away from the chaos as possible. We made it to the bridge, at which point we walked along thousands of other people headed towards Queens. The sky was dark and the mood was ominous as we walked in silence across the river to the sounds of muffled cries and sirens.I remember thinking how painful it felt just imagining that I had lost my mother, who worked in a hospital not far from ground zero, and how grateful I was when I finally heard her voice over the phone later that night.Sadly, not everyone I knew was safe. My Uncle Scott, an off duty fire-fighter at the time of the attacks, decided he couldn’t sit back and let people die. The last anyone heard from him was over his radio saying goodbye as the floor of the second tower collapsed underneath him. All we were able to bury was his right leg. I still can’t believe that any of this happened, that people could be so evil and that in a blink of the eye so many loved ones can be lost. It just makes me appreciate all the opportunities I have been given thanks to those who fight for our freedom.