Today, I was panning to share in the joy of my New York football older cousins, the fanatic devotees of Big Blue, by attending the parade in Canyon of Heroes. I was too young to ditch school and head to the city to celebrate the New York Rangers Stanley Cup Championship of 1994, have no excuse for not ditching school in 1996 for the Yankees first of the 90s dynasty championships, celebrated the next three by my lonesome a
block away from Fenway Park, and dagnabbit, since I've come back to New York, there hasn't even been an Arena Football League banner to be raised.
In fact, I moved back to New York weeks before 9/11/01. And the effects of that terrible day were felt in strange ways today, as I tried to tag-along for a victory parade.
http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v199/libertysoul/?action=view¤t=IMG_0136 .jpg
From the POV of the photo above, I have just departed the PATH train at the World Trade Center site. Yes, every day working commuters arrive by train, and when the light of day hits, they are greeted by the walls and bearings, the very footprints of the towers, of Ground Zero.
As I rode the hundred-foot escalators out of the station, I was joined by thousands of Giants fans, all of whom were extremely well behaved (no, no ritualized chanting of 'Boston Sucks!'), many of whom came with children, and all of whom would be sorely disappointed in a matter of moments.
This is where our party began and ended, at Fulton St., which we were told by the press releases in the city's papers was one of four designated thru streets to take to Broadway and City Hall, to actually SEE the parade and victory rally.
http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v199/libertysoul/?action=view¤t=IMG_0137 .jpg
And this is the view I had of passing floats:
http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v199/libertysoul/?action=view¤t=IMG_0139 .jpg
Can't see anything? We couldn't either. So I bailed. After all, I'm not a professional journalist, just an aspiring Doctor of Journalism. If it was the Jets, I would have probably camped out at 5AM to catch the parade, but as it stood, my one week of bandwagoning had come to end. After all, Belichick is humbled. It's time to move on.
On my way back to the PATH, it occurred to me: there's still no plan.
We knew after the Blackout of 2003 that there was no plan to evacuate the island of Manhattan in case of calamity, and apparently, 6 1/2 years after the day, there is still plan to throw a ticker tape parade downtown. And no real plan for a proper memorial. And no real plan to build something.
http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v199/libertysoul/?action=view¤t=IMG_0142 .jpg
block away from Fenway Park, and dagnabbit, since I've come back to New York, there hasn't even been an Arena Football League banner to be raised.
In fact, I moved back to New York weeks before 9/11/01. And the effects of that terrible day were felt in strange ways today, as I tried to tag-along for a victory parade.
http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v199/libertysoul/?action=view¤t=IMG_0136 .jpg
From the POV of the photo above, I have just departed the PATH train at the World Trade Center site. Yes, every day working commuters arrive by train, and when the light of day hits, they are greeted by the walls and bearings, the very footprints of the towers, of Ground Zero.
As I rode the hundred-foot escalators out of the station, I was joined by thousands of Giants fans, all of whom were extremely well behaved (no, no ritualized chanting of 'Boston Sucks!'), many of whom came with children, and all of whom would be sorely disappointed in a matter of moments.
This is where our party began and ended, at Fulton St., which we were told by the press releases in the city's papers was one of four designated thru streets to take to Broadway and City Hall, to actually SEE the parade and victory rally.
http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v199/libertysoul/?action=view¤t=IMG_0137 .jpg
And this is the view I had of passing floats:
http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v199/libertysoul/?action=view¤t=IMG_0139 .jpg
Can't see anything? We couldn't either. So I bailed. After all, I'm not a professional journalist, just an aspiring Doctor of Journalism. If it was the Jets, I would have probably camped out at 5AM to catch the parade, but as it stood, my one week of bandwagoning had come to end. After all, Belichick is humbled. It's time to move on.
On my way back to the PATH, it occurred to me: there's still no plan.
We knew after the Blackout of 2003 that there was no plan to evacuate the island of Manhattan in case of calamity, and apparently, 6 1/2 years after the day, there is still plan to throw a ticker tape parade downtown. And no real plan for a proper memorial. And no real plan to build something.
http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v199/libertysoul/?action=view¤t=IMG_0142 .jpg
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