As i have mentioned before, i grew up in Westport, Ct. an hour outside of Manhattan or as we call it, The City. Needless to say NY has always been my second home. Hopping the express train into the city was as common for me as buttering your bread. I have great memories of my friends and i blowing off school and going into the city to shop, get fake ids and see what fun we could get into. So when i was driving to the gym on that September morning and the dj announced that a plane had struck one of the towers, a bad feeling sunk into my stomach. At first it was reported that it was a small plane, like a Cessna so that kind of eased my mind but by the time i walked into the gym the news had gravely changed. I stood with the other members glued to the monitors which were all broadcasting the chaotic scene. Then we watched live as the second plane hit and i tell you it was beyond disturbing. We obviously know what followed so i will stop there.
As i said before the city was always my second home, it holds a great place in my heart. There is truly nothing like it. My grandparents came through Ellis Island from Italy. No members of my family were victims of that fateful day, however people from my home town were. Two brothers i went to school with Scott and Keith Coleman were working for Canter Fitzgerald and unfortunately did not make it home. Scott leaving behind a fiancée and Keith leaving behind a wife and 2 children. The Brothers were part of 3 and very close, leaving behind brother Todd.
When the 9/11 quilt made its way to Los Angeles, my friend BV and i went to see it and we saw the panel for Keith and Scott. Devastating to say the least. So for Keith and Scott and all the other angels taken that day, our hats are off to you..."Let's Roll"
p.s. Melissa Etheridge wrote this song called Tuesday Morning about Mark Bingham a gay man and one of the hero's of flight 93. I put it in the player...Although its geared toward him, it really is for all of them....