I was running late for work that day. The weather was beautiful. The skies were a clear deep blue, virtually cloudless. The air was warm with a hint of impending autumn. It was an almost perfect day. My normal commute usually got me to the World Trade Center at around 8:45 but I missed the 8:00 train to Hoboken. Almost missed the 8:20. I ran for the train, got in, sat down and started reading a book, ignoring the world around me.


Around 8:50 as we arrived in Hoboken, there was a stir on the train. Something about a fire in the World Trade Center. I closed my book and looked toward the city, but the towers had already disappeared behind the train station building. As I left the train, an announcement came over the PA in the station: The PATH trains into the World Trade Center were not running. There were no other details.


The thought going through my head was, "Damn, now I'm going to be really late."


Luckily, the PATH train to 33rd Street was still running. So I boarded with the idea that I would go up to Christopher St. and take a downtown subway to work. On the train someone mentioned that a plane had hit the World Trade Center. I Read more... )

EPILOGUE:

I wrote this to remember what happened that day without the hype, the drama, and the politics. I wrote it for me, so I didn't have to carry the memories around in my head. Not that I can ever forget, nor do I want to, but I made the decision during the year afterwards to get all my memories down, while they were stll crystal clear.

Sometimes I wonder what would have happened if I wasn't running late. I'm pretty sure I would have been walking out of the World Trade Center at the very same time the first plane hit. I think about how lucky I was. I'm no hero, All I did was witness what happened and feel lost. I never got closer than 3/4 of a mile to the World Trade Center.

I also think about all the people who died. My wish for the world is that we learn to make peace and we learn to live together. The world is a very small place and there's no room for hate. We need to learn from the tragedy of September 11th or we are doomed. Say "I love you" to someone special every day. You may never get a second chance.

SIXTEEN YEARS LATER:
(I removed the rest of the epilogue. It was getting really long. If you want to read it. It's on the previous years' posts. I'm writing this epilogue in Charlotte NC. I've been evacuated out of my new apartment because of the huge Hurricane Irma which hit Tampa yesterday and had the potential to wipe out everything. It moved inland and the worst of the storm missed the Tampa area. Other folks weren't so lucky. The news is just starting to come in and it's looking like some areas were completely devastated. I'm finding it hard to concentrate and I may update more later.)

More changes, more travel, more dancing.
In the past year, I've moved out of Oldsmar to a really nice apartment in the Westchase area of Tampa (about three miles away from where I lived.) I've been promoted to a new position on a new team at my job, I am now a Process Designer. I visited the September 11th Museum in New York. It was hard. I thought it was well done and appropriate. Sometimes I miss working in New York. My relationship has moved into its second year and things keep getting better and better. I am very, very lucky to have met someone who understands me so well.

I was running late for work that day. The weather was beautiful. The skies were a clear deep blue, virtually cloudless. The air was warm with a hint of impending autumn. It was an almost perfect day. My normal commute usually got me to the World Trade Center at around 8:45 but I missed the 8:00 train to Hoboken. Almost missed the 8:20. I ran for the train, got in, sat down and started reading a book, ignoring the world around me.

Around 8:50 as we arrived in Hoboken, there was a stir on the train. Something about a fire in the World Trade Center. I closed my book and looked toward the city, but the towers had already disappeared behind the train station building. As I left the train, an announcement came over the PA in the station: The PATH trains into the World Trade Center were not running. There were no other details.


The thought going through my head was, "Damn, now I'm going to be really late."

Read more... )

EPILOGUE:

I wrote this to remember what happened that day without the hype, the drama, and the politics.  I wrote it for me, so I didn't have to carry the memories around in my head. Not that I can ever forget, nor do I want to, but I made the decision during the year afterwards to get all my memories down, while they were stll crystal clear.

Sometimes I wonder what would have happened if I wasn't running late. I'm pretty sure I would have been walking out of the World Trade Center at the very same time the first plane hit. I think about how lucky I was. I'm no hero, All I did was witness what happened and feel lost. I never got closer than 3/4 of a mile to the World Trade Center.

I also think about all the people who died. My wish for the world is that we learn to make peace and we learn to live together. The world is a very small place and there's no room for hate. We need to learn from the tragedy of September 11th or we are doomed. Say "I love you" to someone special every day.  You may never get a second chance.

FIFTEEN YEARS LATER:
(I removed the rest of the epilogue. It was getting really long. If you want to read it. It's on the previous years' posts.)
Since last year there's been a lot of life happening.

My father passed away in December. He had full military honors at his funeral. The ceremony was exactly as he wanted. He taught us loyalty and devotion. My mother passed away around a month later in January. She taught us how to love. My little dog Josie died in February of a bad reaction to anesthesia during a dental procedure at the Vet's office. It was a shock and a surprise. She taught me how to have fun. I miss them all.

On the positive side, I'm in a new relationship and things are going very well. I'm very optimistic about it and I can't wait to see what happens. I am still living in Oldsmar. I was quoted in an article in the Washington Post. Ballroom dancing is still part of my life and my latest routines included dressing up as the Joker, complete with purple tuxedo and green hair, while Julie wore a Harley Quinn costume. We rocked the house.

EULOGY FOR A PUPPY GIRL: Nine years ago today, a little ball of fluff and ears came into my life. The funny thing about this is, I wasn't sure that I wanted a dog at all. On top of that, when I was confronted with a choice of which puppy to bring home, Josie was not my first choice. I wanted the one that was cuddly and gave lots of kisses. Josie was kinda bossy, pushing the other puppies out of the way to get at the toys and treats. Since the choice was not mine alone, I was overruled. The ball of fluff and ears came home and became Empress Josephine, Major Diva, Josie, Puppy Girl, PuppyDoodle,and then she stole my heart.

Josie was indeed headstrong and bossy. She didn't always come when I called her. She was smart as a whip and she actually knew people's names and the names of her different toys and treats. She hardly ever fussed when she had to take her pills or vitamins and it became a morning ritual where she would sit on her chair and wait for her pills. She loved to take baths. She refused to do a lot of tricks, but knew that when I said "sit" or "leave it" I meant it. As one of her tee shirts said, she was "too cool for obedience school." Since she was a tiny dog with a tiny bladder, there were times she couldn't wait until I got home, but she always went in an approved spot. Never on the carpet. She was always deliriously happy to see me, even if I'd only been gone a couple of hours. She was perfect for me. I can only hope I was good enough for her.

Last week, she came home again. Her ashes have been sitting on her chair by the sliding door that looks out into the backyard. Squirrels and birds are happily dining at the feeder I put up in her memory. Tonight, I'll put her ashes up on the shelf next to her feline sister, Anime.

Good night, Josie. Sleep well. You were a good girl..


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( Feb. 20th, 2016 07:53 am)
Just in case you haven't seen the news on FaceBook, my dog, Josie, died unexpectedly on Monday after an adverse reaction to the anesthetic she received prior to a dental cleaning at the Vet's office. She was 9 years old.





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I was running late for work that day. The weather was beautiful. The skies were a clear deep blue, virtually cloudless. The air was warm with a hint of impending autumn. It was an almost perfect day. My normal commute usually got me to the World Trade Center at around 8:45 but I missed the 8:00 train to Hoboken. Almost missed the 8:20. I ran for the train, got in, sat down and started reading a book, ignoring the world around me.

Around 8:50 as we arrived in Hoboken, there was a stir on the train. Something about a fire in the World Trade Center. I closed my book and looked toward the city, but the towers had already disappeared behind the train station building. As I left the train, an announcement came over the PA in the station: The PATH trains into the World Trade Center were not running. There were no other details.

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Back in January, Julie Fisher, my dance instructor, said she wanted to do a Star Wars themed dance for our next showcase and that she wanted to be dressed as Princess Leia. I knew the only person Leia could dance with would be Han Solo. But we didn't have a song.  After a few weeks of having little luck with finding the perfect song, I stumbled on "I'm Han Solo" from the Star Wars Kinect video game while searching for Star Wars sound bites. After editing the song tp remove game dialog and dropping in the Han/Leia sound bites, I knew it was perfect.  Julie put together the wonderful choreography and we collaborated on the "story" behind the dance. I feel really lucky about how this came together. It's as if the universe provided the song I needed but didn't even know existed. The style of dance is Bolero. I hope you enjoy it.

I'm picking up my blaster, put it on my side, I'm jumpin' in my Falcon, Wookiee at my side. I'm Solo, I'm Han Solo, I'm Han Solo, I'm Han Solo, Solo.
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  • Fri, 17:48: "On that day I shall mourn." - Spock in "Requiem for Methuselah", RIP Leonard Nimoy #LLAP
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Playlist from my 80s set at Dance Forever.

Foxtrot Paul Anka Jump (Van Halen)
Foxtrot Prince Raspberry Beret
Cha-Cha Animotion Obsession
Waltz Simply Red If You Don't Know Me...
East Coast Swing Duran Duran Hungry Like the Wolf
Tango Falco Tango The Night
Rumba Yaz(oo) Only You
Merengue Buster Poindexter Hot, Hot, Hot
Hustle ABC Poison Arrow
Salsa Paquito Guzman 25 Rosas
West Coast Swing Diane Birch This Corrosion (Sisters of Mercy)
Bachata Selena Fotos y Recuerdos (Back on the Chain Gang)
Foxtrot The Clash Train in Vain
Cha-Cha Talking Heads Life During Wartime
Bolero Berlin Take My Breath Away
East Coast Swing Billy Idol Mony Mony
Waltz Journey Open Arms
Samba Blondie The Tide is High
Rumba The Police Every Breath You Take
Tango Fun Boy 3 Tunnel of Love
West Coast or Bolero T'Pau Heart and Soul
Salsa Luis Enrique Desesperado
Foxtrot Naked Eyes Always Something There To Remind Me
Merengue Los Horoscopos de Durango Eclipse Total Del Amor (Total Eclipse of the Heart)
Cha-Cha Dead or Alive You Spin Me Round
Rumba Roxy Music Avalon
Tango Jose Feliciano El Tango De Roxanne (The Police)
Samba Madonna La Isla Bonita
Bolero Spandau Ballet "True"
Waltz Hayley Westenra Dark Waltz** (Not from the 80s)
Hustle Human League Don't You Want Me
East Coast Swing Psychedelic Furs Pretty in Pink
West Coast Peter Gabriel Sledgehammer
Cha-Cha Siouxsie and the Banshees Kiss Them for Me
Foxtrot David Lee Roth Just a Gigolo
Foxtrot Paul Young Enter Sandman

I was running late for work that day. The weather was beautiful. The skies were a clear deep blue, virtually cloudless. The air was warm with a hint of impending autumn. It was an almost perfect day. My normal commute usually got me to the World Trade Center at around 8:45 but I missed the 8:00 train to Hoboken. Almost missed the 8:20. I ran for the train, got in, sat down and started reading a book, ignoring the world around me.

Around 8:50 as we arrived in Hoboken, there was a stir on the train. Something about a fire in the World Trade Center. I closed my book and looked toward the city, but the towers had already disappeared behind the train station building. As I left the train, an announcement came over the PA in the station: The PATH trains into the World Trade Center were not running. There were no other details given.

Read more... )

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