Dottie phoned last night as I was watching The History Channel. There was a very good documentary on, compiled of film footage amateurs had taken of the Twin Towers from the time the first tower was struck, until both towers collapsed from implosion, and the hours afterward. A montage of Zapruder type film footage, if you will.

So when I told Dottie what I was watching, right away she said bye. She said she didn't want to watch or hear about it. She thinks I'm a crepe hanger for watching it.
So the melancholy stories were told; the shock the filmers felt when they realized people were jumping to their deaths rather than be burned alive. On that beautiful bright sunny morning, Manhattan was was turned into a horror show.

On one snippet, parents whose children's bodies were never found, grieved that little odds and ends of bones and ashes sifted from the wreckage were buried in one great mass heap at the Fresh Kills landfill--a garbage dump. So maybe I'm a crepe hanger to watch it all. But I think we have remember them at least once a year on the 9/11 anniversary and not just shove it all under the rug. To remember is to show respect.

susil