I don’t really know what to say.  I never know what to say, but I need to say something so please bear with me.

Every year, I make sure to watch as many of the 9/11-related programs as possible because I never want to forget what happened. I never want to forget the sights, sounds and smells of September 11, 2001 and the days that followed. I didn’t lose any family members that day, but I did know several people who didn’t get to go home that night. And, if it hadn’t been for some circumstances beyond my control, I would be dead now, too.

But this isn’t about me. Everyone who lived in New York and Washington and Shanksville on that beautiful September morning lost a piece of themselves, as did millions of others who weren’t anywhere near any of these places.

May God bless those who died and may He give comfort to those whom they left behind.


I drove home from Mass this morning, with the ceremonies on the radio.  At 8:47, when everyone paused for a moment of silence to remember the first plane hitting Tower 1, I realized I was a couple of hundred yards from the Booker Elementary School in Sarasota, which is where President Bush was at 8:47 a.m. on 9/11/01.  That was spooky.  But I’m very glad it worked out that way.


A jury declared that Casey Anthony was not guilty of killing her little girl.  All she’s supposedly guilty of is lying to the police and, given that those 4 counts are worth only a year in prison each, she will likely go free based on the time she’s already served.

Someone put duct tape on Caylee’s skull.  Someone put chloroform in that car. Someone put Caylee in those bags and put her in the car and then dumped her body in the swamp.

And someone was partying for 31 days after Caylee went missing and wearing a tattoo that translates into “Beautiful Life.”

In my not-so-humble opinion, those “someones” are the same person: Casey Anthony.

Why would Cindy perjure herself if she didn’t think that Casey was guilty?   Why would Casey lie repeatedly to the police if she didn’t have something to hide?  She is a raging narcissist and I cannot imagine she isn’t pleased as punch with herself for getting away with murder.  I hope and pray she never has another child.  God only knows what she’d try to do to that one.

May God bless Caylee Anthony’s soul.

No, I didn’t forget that yesterday was Father’s Day; I just forgot to wish a Happy Father’s Day to fathers other than my own, and for that, I apologize.  Fathers are good things to have, and I am very grateful that I still have mine.


After 20+ years of trying, we finally got him.  Congratulations to the U.S. Navy!

I missed hearing the news live as I’d gone to bed a little on the early side, so it was nice to wake up to such wonderful news.  Osama, his son, and some other men were killed by Navy SEALs and, according to this story (among others) they used a woman as a shield.  What cowards.

Obama apparently called both GWB and Clinton to talk about it. Wouldn’t you love to have been a fly on the wall?

When the news was announced during the Mets/Phillies game:

the crowd went wild.  It’s nice to see Mets fans and Phillies fans come together over something pleasant.  For a change.


Yes, I’m late to this party, but it’s still being re-run on BBC America, so if they can talk about it 50+ hours later, why can’t I?

Anyway here goes.  I am a proud US citizen who is perfectly content to live in a country without a monarchy, but I am also an unashamed Anglophile who woke up at 4 a.m. Eastern to watch William and Kate’s wedding, and am happy I did.

The wedding was beautiful.  Kate’s dress was gorgeous. Stunning.  Magnificent.  Classic.  Any superlative I can think of.  Pippa’s dress was gorgeous.  Mrs. Middleton looked lovely.  The Duchess of Cornwall looked wonderful (full disclosure — I am not a big fan of the late Diana, Princess of Wales, and so have no problem at all saying that the Duchess of Cornwall looked very nice — it’s such a relief to see an older woman dress appropriately for her age and body type).  The Queen’s yellow outfit suited her, even though she herself looks rather tired (she just turned 85, so I cut her a whole lot of slack).

Of course, it’s even more fun to laugh at the fashion disasters (there are some really snarky comments here).  The York girls looked dreadful.  Just because you tend towards overweight it doesn’t mean you have to dress in such a way as to make yourself look even heavier. Princess Beatrice’s hat made her look as if she had antlers. Princess Eugenie’s outfit made her look like a blue heifer.  Their father, Prince Andrew, the Duke of York, is about exactly the same age I am (early 50s), but his dissolute lifestyle is coming back to haunt him — he looks much older than he actually is.

Posh Spice’s hat was silly looking.  So was Tara Palmer-Tompkinson’s entire ensemble.  And what was Sam Cam thinking, not wearing a hat at all?  I wasn’t even invited, but even I know that hats are de rigueur at such an occasion.  Her dress was nice, but her shoes looked clumsy, and her hatless head stuck out like a sore thumb.

But I loved it.  All of it.  I’m still checking out the British papers to see what they have to say.  When I watched the ceremony again, after I learned that William had told Kate how beautiful she looked when he first saw her at the altar, I got all teary-eyed.  I don’t know these people and never will, but this sure looks like a love match to me.  William refused to ask Kate to sign a pre-nup.  They seem to be very down-to-earth, decent people and I wish them only the best.  I admit to being a little put out that he thinks she should be called “Princess Catherine,” but I’ll probably get over that sooner than I should.

The next royal wedding is for Zara Phillips, the Princess Royal’s daughter, who is marrying a rugby player named Mike Tindall.  I don’t follow rugby and so cannot tell you anything about him other than what’s been in the papers since their engagement.  But I do know that, despite the fact that the Queen will be in attendance, this wedding will not be televised, so I won’t have to worry about waking up in time.  


On edit — I need to clarify that last paragraph.  Zara Phillips is the next BRITISH royal to get married.  Her wedding is scheduled for July 30.  But Prince Albert of Monaco will be married earlier than that.  The civil ceremony will take place on  July 2, and the religious ceremony on July 3.

I wish all of you a joyous and blessed Easter.

I’m stealing a post I made elsewhere that’s appropriate for this day:

I’m watching coverage of the memorial events because, while the programming keeps bringing back all my memories of that day, I can’t help but think that it’s a good thing. I don’t want to ever forget what happened that day.

I don’t want to forget how I felt when I heard that this wasn’t an accident.
I don’t want to forget looking out the office window with my colleagues and seeing Tower 1 fall.
I don’t want to forget that cell phones were incapacitated and people were lining up at pay phones to call friends and relatives.
I don’t want to forget being worried about friends who worked in or near the WTC.
I don’t want to forget walking home with thousands of my closest friends; we took up almost every inch of 3rd Avenue as we headed north.
I don’t want to forget the horrible smell that permeated everything.
I don’t want to forget the eerie silence, punctuated only by fighter jets circling overhead.
I don’t want to forget seeing President Bush standing on the rubble telling people that everyone was going to hear us.
I don’t want to forget seeing people line up to donate blood.
I don’t want to forget buying supplies for the first responders, including the rescue dogs.
I don’t want to forget finding out that people I knew and liked were dead.
I don’t want to forget how hard it was to get the news to my father that my mom and I were OK.

I don’t want to forget that, there but for the grace of God, I’d be one of those names being read right now.

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