I didn’t plan it this way, it just kind of happened. Frank had some work to do in NJ and I have a piece of property that has been undergoing renovations in Brooklyn so we decided to do all the business in one trip. Without really consulting the calander for the actual date, we just tried to figure out a day when we were both available and Monday seemed to be it.
Then we realized it was 9/11. Ok, being the reasonable people we are, we understood that it was the anniversary of a tragic event, but that shouldn’t stop commerce in and around NYC. Not to be insensitive to the event nor the tragic loss of life, but time does trudge on and life continues for those of us still on the top side of the dirt. So, we’ll do our thing and pause on the Brooklyn promenade, directly across from the site and say our own little thing. Having had a family member lost in a similar way, it’s really all you *can* do.