New Yorkers & 9/11

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highlineGetting on an airplane was an act of faith after 9/11, but many people seem to have gotten over their fears and returned to flying. For our first post 9/11 family vacation, my husband and I flew separately; he took the older girls and I took the toddler. And for a short time, we flew separately when we were going somewhere together.

But the logistics of this were wearying; separate cabs, or one person waiting around at the airport for the other. And not to be morbid about it, but the chances of going down in a plane crash are pretty remote. During Hurricane Irene, an 11 year old in New Jersey was killed when a tree fell onto his house, so you could say nowhere is safe.

Or you can just take your chances and say, “look, I love to travel and if I go, I might as well be doing something I love.”

And New York is an excellent place to spend 9/11, or any family vacation. Since the attack, NYers have been a bit skittish; we were riding our bikes last September, on one of those crystal clear late summer days, much like 9/11. We had stopped at The High Line, and were walking north when people started gasping and pointing. A huge black cloud was in the sky. Everyone starting talking at once – was it a fire, (it was, it turned out) a terrorist attack? Wasn’t this day gorgeous, just like that awful day?

New Yorkers, strangers all, talking to each other. It happened before 9/11, of course, but every time it happens now, when people help each other out during a blizzard or a hurricane, I am reminded how we all came together to mourn.