Ten Years

Ten years ago this minute, the Kitten was a happily married woman, two young kids were well loved by their Dad and 19 pigs were preparing to end it all. Most of us will today remember a day we are told to "never forget". For my girls though, this is a day well worth forgetting. There are no ribbons here, no great stirrings of patriotism. Only sadness, emptiness, and the sense of having been handed a cosmically raw deal. We are sitting out the the great ceremonies. Sweet Catherine and I will drive up to the Jersey side and watch the lights turn on from a distance. Such a tragedy.