Super Duper
ESR is loaded with current local scenery, many made into strange n colorful altered images. Words describe some of SnaggleTooth's life n opinions. Most poems on ESR are spontaniously written into the editor. Enjoy the sights n whimsey.
My generation, part of the Boomers, never forgets about JFK, Elvis, John Lennon, or the Challenger events... Somehow, living through experiencing that news trauma engrains indelibly on our soul a gut-wrenching loss feeling easy to conjure back upon hearing the subject again.
911 was the biggest one day loss of life between 4 crash sites and impacting 5 locations (including Boston , where the planes took off), ever before in the USA due to a co-ordinated attack by terrorists.
Agencies and US citizens had become very complacent in freely flying about the country. If something needed to be stopped, no one realized the extent of the damage that could possibly be inflicted with how things were done then.
Certain places and groups will forever be dedicated to remembering the lost souls.
I will always pay tribute to them, lives blotted out early, disrupting family and friends of the 2,996 people who paid for that complacency.
I fear many of the young here have again become complacent about being careful with so many lives.
They worry more about an unbalanced person attacking with a gun at school, or public places, shootings that now are almost daily happenings all around the country. Someone has a bad day and takes it out on those around them, then suicides them self.
The young brush it off, it didn't happen to them. If they didn't know someone affected, why get worried or upset about it? Don't get your knickers in a twist.
We seem to be living in a culture of beautiful funerals, where it is now normal for this to be expected.
Living through the 911 tragedy in 2001 affected every single witness, whether there or on TV. Some more than others.
I heard how my old classmate, who was a NY police officer, attended HUNDREDS of funerals for the fallen first responders. Some people I know lost friends they grew up with. My sister's bbf lost a son to cancer he got from volunteering to clean up ground zero. Losses were not contained just to immediate victims.
Many lives were changed forever, physically and internally. It affected me. I had not been paying attention to news at all. After the event, I spent 3 days straight watching news reports to ingest what happened while I was at work that day. It woke me up. Pay attention!
Always think of how things can be safer. Question actions of authorities. Improve what can be. Somehow... Remain free.
As the sunset pretty over the countless ancient gravestones from many slaughters, they notice one in particular which is quoted:
" My glass has run.
Yours is running
Be wise in time
Your hour is coming "
Shivers !
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This sparked a long ago memory from my teenage-hood, which Joan , Alison, and Jimmy may remember. ( Was Teresa on that ride ? My memory is not perfect after all those late teen parties...)
We went on a 22 mile bike ride to Lexington and Concord MA from Newtonville. ( Nowadays my daughter, over 40 years old does that distance all the time, thinking nothing of it. )
But back then we didn't have the best bikes, and city traffic made it treacherous. We were kind of out of shape for all that exercise, even though we danced a lot, not something we often tried.
Across from the town green where we stopped before heading back, we saw ancient headstones in a graveyard across the road near a church.
We went over and looked at the markings from American Revolution times, remarking at names, young ages, and thoughtful inscriptions.
One headstone was so buried by dirt and thick grass that it was unreadable. So we got down on knees and set to clear it up to be readable.
Once cleared, we got the Heebee Geebees reading:
"As you peer over my grave to see, Remember you must follow me."
And ran away screeching ...
An inscription forever etched in my brain.
And so far, we are all fortunate to have lasted this long...