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September 12, 2002
One Year Ago Today Liz

One Year Ago Today

Liz and I spent the day together today, didn't watch any of the coverage on TV, and really had quite a nice day.

Actually we watched a few minutes of TV, as they read off the names of victims to the music from Schindler's List, but couldn't take it for very long and changed the channel to Tom & Jerry. It's not that we couldn't take it emotionally, it was something else. I understand the need, or at least motivation, for the way the anniversary is being handled, but it's not for me. Some people probably get a lot of solace or comfort from it, but to me it taints my memories and true feelings about the event. I have trouble with America being portrayed as the victim, I can't stand the talk of war in the same breath as remembering those lost in a senseless attack, and I just don't need to see the logos, graphics, slogans, hear the Lincoln quotes, and see all the flag waving. It has its place, perhaps, but it's not for me.

The BAM Rose Cinema was screening Woody Allen's Manhattan for free all day, so we walked through Prospect Park and over to the theater. It was packed and I got chills up and down my spine as the opening sequence ran, black and white images of New York, the narration, and Rhapsody in Blue. A great film, everyone who lives here should see it. It's not really about New York so much as it just is New York. It couldn't take place anywhere else. They call it Woody Allen's Valentine to the city, and it felt like that. There was practically a standing ovation at the end.

After the film we walked across the Brooklyn Bridge as the sun set, one of my favorite things in the world, and then had a nice dinner with Luke and Jeanhee at Jeanhee's beautiful Chelsea apartment.

I thought and talked about the events of a year ago today and tonight, but not too much, and I had a good day. I think it was just right.

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I thought yesterday was just right, too. I love the photo, and the photographer I also like and/or love as well.

these things are always full of mixed emotions and different ways of dealing.