Today marks eleven years since what almost any New Yorker would tell you was one of the worst days of our lives.
I woke up this morning and flipped on Morning Joe to listen and remember. They were talking about Beyonce’s baby.
I turned to the local news channel, New York 1. They were discussing whether Vitamin D might be the long-sought cure to male pattern baldness.
I picked up the New York Times, the gray lady. Their coverage of 9/11 was tireless. Today, September 11, 2012, there is no mention of 9/11 on its front page.
And then I went to Facebook, where I found a news feed full of pictures and poems and heartfelt remembrances and vows never to forget.
We hear a lot about social media and how it’s bringing the death of civilization, the end of productivity, the porridge-ing of our brains.
But for me, today, I found community and comfort.
The internet’s not all bad.
Off to remember and pray on this sad day.


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