Life In General

Happy 4th of July 2016!

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That beautiful Tuesday morning….

There are some things you never forget….memorable events in your life….the birth of a child….the passing of loved ones….and what you were doing on the day historic events happened.

September 11, 2001.  It was a beautiful morning…sunshine, blue skies.  I will never forget how blue the sky was that morning… at home and in New York.  I was driving to work when the radio DJ told everyone about a horrible accident that had just occurred in New York City….”turn on your televisions” he said…he has never told the radio audience to walk away from the radio and go to the television.  I was minutes away from work so when I arrived the first thing I did was turn on the television in the conference room.  We watched as the fire raged in the north tower and talked about how in the world they were going to put that out.  We watched as the second plane came into view and then hit the south tower in an explosive fire-ball.  We heard about the other two planes…the Pentagon and the field in Pennsylvannia…and then watched in horror as the twin towers crumbled to the ground.  All those people….all those lives shattered that beautiful Tuesday morning.  We will never forget.

Image Credit: Wikipedia

Image Credit: Wikipedia

From the 104th Floor

A Poem by Leda Rodis

When the plane hit

the building rocked first to the right

then to the left,

and outside all the skyscrapers of New York seemed to tremble.

The alarms screamed louder than we did,

and I knew it was time to get away.

It’s funny what you notice:

a pen rolling across the floor

my screen saver flicker and go off

a picture of you and me at Coney Island.

So much to leave behind.

And yet so little.

Running down the hall I remembered

my mother taking me to the top of the Empire State Building

when I was just a little girl,

telling me that a plane had crashed there

a long time ago.

So I thought that maybe that’s what happened.

Just an accident.

And accidents happen everyday.

Under the blown-out exit sign

a crowd is screaming,


pounding on the door.

I know:





You have to believe that I tried.

I’m not the one to give up.

Back at my desk,

I rescue the rolling pen,

stare at the blank screen,

and hold my picture of you.

I look out at the blue morning.

I expect to see God there.

But what I really see is another plane.

And I know what it means.

But I don’t know why…

I always thought that life was full of choices.

It always has been.

What to wear

Where to eat

Who to love

(and you know who I chose).

Now my choices have been taken away from me.

The men in the planes have narrowed my choices down to two:

Death by fire,

or death by fall.

I see the smoke rising

filling the room.

It’s hard to breathe

I look towards the open window.

What would falling feel like?

I remember the roller coaster at Coney Island.

The wind tugging at my hair

How good it felt to scream.

The feeling in my stomach.

And how all the way down

I was with you.


About the author of this poem ~ from the Barnes and Noble website:

ON SEPTEMBER 11, 2001, 14-year-old Leda Rodis was in her high school library in Vermont, researching a freshman English assignment, when the announcement came over the loudspeaker: airplanes had been flown into both towers of the World Trade Center in New York. Like people everywhere that day, Leda watched the unreal images on television as the mammoth structures burned, then collapsed, killing thousands. The image that stuck with Leda most was that of two very brave people jumping from the towers, holding hands. Rather than die in the fire the terrorists had created, they chose to jump. And they chose to do it together.

More than any other event in history, images from 9/11 are forever seared onto humanity’s collective consciousness. Every person has tried in some way to come to terms with that day. Leda decided to write a poem. “From the 104th Floor” flowed through her as if a voice had come up out of the rubble. Though it memorializes the events and feelings of that day, “From the 104th Floor” is in the end a love poem. An inspiration. Love is bigger than terror.

Leda’s mother shared the poem with a friend in Brooklyn, Serguei Bassine, a young filmmaker. The poem’s images dug so deeply into him that in the weeks following 9/11 he would stand up and recite it on his subway commute from Brooklyn into Manhattan. Each time he read he saw horror turn to grief and then to hope in the eyes of his rapt listeners. For a long time he wrestled with how to bring the poem’s images to film without violating the integrity of the poem, or the enormity of the experiences of the people who were lost. In the end he made a short film using black-and-white animation as a way of honoring both the writer’s vision and the courage of the people who perished.

Happy 4th of July!

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Photo:  Blue skies of Virginia by Magikal Folk Photography.  Thanks to happysweetmama for the use of the American Flag and KRSPO for the use of Lady Liberty in the creation of this photo.

…and then it was time for bed.

Fully intended to post outside my window tonight but I got involved in creating composites and totally forgot all about it.  I didn’t get any of them finished…so insert random photo here….  😀

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We Interupt This Program…

Outside my window will not be shown tonight…

It is the Mid-Season Premier tonight…Catch you all tomorrow….


The Walking Dead

Fight the dead….fear the living…

Little Buddy

He does enjoy his naps….



Happy 320th Birthday

320 Years ago today a Charter was signed….

WM Charter

…and a college was born….

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Happy Birthday William & Mary!

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You don’t look a day over 300!  🙂

* William and Mary Charter from the Swem Library Collection

A Saturday At Home







Turbo in action * ~ *  Turbs for blog  * ~ *






Our first snow fall….

…there is always something special about the first one of the year….




Once again….

….we said “until next time” to our hearts….


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