Days after I watched the towers fall from my bedroom window, after my fdny uncle showed up safe and sound, after the pit finally started to cool…

There was a massive thunderstorm over Manhattan. Lightning flared over ground zero. And in the flashes, nothing showed. No shape, no outline. They were fully gone.

I don't care who. Really, I don't. Lost friends, would have been there myself had another job not lured me away from lower Manhattan.

What I want to know is why. Why did this seem like an acceptable thing to do. Why did we roll over and play dead afterwards, as New Yorkers. Accepting Bloomberg was a major mistake.

And what was that space based overflight that we saw the night of the first candlelit memorial?

Forget the who. We can deal with that later. Just tell me why.