I've been spending a lot of time in Bklyn Heights lately. The air still stinks--"smells" is too nice a word for that toxic, rank odor eminating from the tip of Manhattan.
But I'm glad it's still pervasive. It doesn't let us forget that people are still working to get to the bottom of the debris, that bombs are still being dropped somewhere in the world, that there's still a war going on even though the immediate threat of, y'know, Mall-o-ween and a bigger anthrax outbreak have receded a bit...
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