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2- San Miguel Basin Forum, Thursday, September 12, 2002
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A Tribute To 9-11 The Day
After Terror Strikes U. S.
People look at a screening of the burning
World Trade Center, one day before the
terrorist attack anniversary at an exhibi-
tion which will be inaugurated on Sept. 11
at Palazzo Giustiniani in Rome, Tuesday,
Sept. 10, 2002. (AP Photo/Gregorio
Borgia)
and we are a part of them."
September 12, 2001
They stood side by side, the three of them there, in the
September morning sun and with dew cool on their bare
toes. They were silent as he pulled the ropes down and
carefully took the flag from his sisters, attached it securely,
and then slowly rose it again. Higher and higher, touching
the top for only an instant before descending again. It came
to a stop at midpoint and they all looked upon it.
"What does it mean to mourn?" The younger sister
asked as she watched this symbol float in the breeze. At
seven years old, her young mind still struggled to under-
stand all that had happened in the past twenty for hours.
"It means that we are sad for America today," her older
sister answered
and looked at
me for reassur-
ance that this
was the right.
answer. I nod-
ded an
acknowledg-
ment that she
had remem-
bered what I
had told her. "It
means that we
are sad for the
ones who died
and that they
are a part of us
"Which part of them are we?" The little one asked and
I longed to answer - to tell her for sure - though this is a
facet of my heart and of the heart of a country that I am
only now learning myself through grief and through
tragedy.
We are the voices that lifted up prayers on the morning
of America's horror and in every second since. We are the
tears shed for those who leapt from burning buildings. We
are the minds that surged forward and wondered what the
coming hours and the coming days would bring.
We are the honor of the fire fighters who rushed into a
dangerous scene with no thought of their own lives, but of
those they might save. We are the pride of their families
and their friends, silently ple.ading for a glimpse of them
emerging unharmed from the destruction. We are the lungs
filled with dust, and the hands that dug tirelessly in the
debris. We are the hope of life within shadows and voids.
We are the eyes that did not turn away, we are the feet
that walked for miles in search of help. We are the blood
umped into plastic containers to be given to others. We are
the shoulders to cry upon, we are the seekers of innocence
within the terror. We are the triumphant cry of the sur-
vivors, we are the sob of those gone too soon. We are com-
forters of families who waited for planes that never arrived.
We are rejoicers of the several thousand brightly colored
souls that danced to heaven on wings, high above our sad-
ness. We are the coming together of men and machine to
pick up the pieces of what has been shattered. We are the
resolve of our leaders and the raisers of the flag. We are the
finger that etched the words "God Bless America" in the
dust upon the city street.
We are the bearers of this history, the ones entrusted to
carry the memory of lives lost to the future generations. We
are them, and they are us. We are one people and one coun-
try. We are that which they will forever stand for, they are
that which we will never forget.
Susan Culver
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This image from NASA's Hubble Space Telescope captures a face-on view of the galaxy's
ring of stars, revealing more detail than any existing photo of this object. The entire galaxy is
about 120,000 light-years wide, which is slightly larger than our Milky Way Galaxy. The blue
ring, which is dominated by clusters of young, massive stars, contrasts sharply with the yellow
nucleus of mostly older stars. What appears to be a "gap" separating the two steUar populations
may actually contain some star clusters that are almost too faint to see. Curiously, an object that
bears an uncanny resemblance to Hoag's Object can be seen in the gap at the one o'clock posi.
tion. The object is probably a background ring galaxy. The galaxy is 600 million light-years
away in the constellation Serpens. The Wide Field and Planetary Camera 2 took this image on
July 9, 2001. (AP PhotoNASA)
Family Daze:
Ok, so it's time for your
child's first year of kindergarten.
You bought the new backpack,
lunch pail and pencil case. And,
like any good parent, you also
purchased packs of new pencils,
erasers, ink pens, colored mark-
ers, binders and metallic star
stickers. In brief, you,ve done
everything to prepare your child
for their academic career.
But wait. Not so fast.
There's just one more teeny tiny
detail you need to know about
school that isn't on any of the
lists they give you. You will
need objects. Lots and lots of
objects. Why? Because it's
kindergarten and, chances are,
there will be sharing there. Lots
and lots of sharing. And not just
casual sharing, mind you. More
than likely your child will be
encouraged to share every day,
five days a week, for the thirty-
something weeks that make up
the school year. Which, calcu-
lated out, means that approxi-
mately 5,387 baziUion objects
will be hauled from your house
out into public to endure the
scrutiny of Other People.
Let me warn you: Lesser
parents have cracked under the
pressure.
Sure, at first it's easy to find
things lying around the house
that are politically correct and
socially acceptable. A postcard
from your last vacation. A pair
of binoculars. A fun hat. A few
foreign coins. Maybe, if you get
real lucky, a bird nest or some-
thing else from nature.
Really, it seems as if you
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Debbie Farmer
could go on like this forever.
But, then it happens: you run
out of good stuff. The first sign
is when your child brings a pet-
rifled cheese stick from the deli
drawer. Next, it's an old Elvis
eight track. Then, before you
know it, you're sending your
child off to school with a bottle
of catsup dressed in a Barbie
ball gown.
The way I see it, when this
happens you have three choices.
Your first choice is to tell your
child, in your best I'm-in-charge
kind of a voice, to skip sharing.
That it's much funner to listen
than to share anyway.
Ha, ha, they'll say. Any
five-year-old knows, Show and
Tell gives structure and mean-
ing to kindergarten life, and any
kid without something to share
risks losing his place on the rug
or in line or, worse yet, being
ignored altogether.
The second option is to
recycle the stuff you already
sent, this time thinly disguised.
This isn't as tricky as you might
think. Most kindergartners
won't recognize the plastic
camel your child brought to
share way back in September --
especially now that it's wearing
lipstick. But the problem with
this is that you're bound to be
found out. One day a kid will
see right through the gold lame
and masking tape and say, "Hey,
didn't I see that stuffed poodle
somewhere else before?" Then
your child will be humiliated
since they broke the number-
one-rule-of-sharing: things can
only be brought once.
Then of course, you can
always do what i do: work a
trade with an equally desperate
parent who has a child in anoth-
er class.
. In fact, just the other morn-
ing I got what some would
describe as a peculiar phone
call.
"I have a picture of a
beached whale and a bag of sea
shells," my friend Susie hissed
on the other end of the receiver.
"What do you have?"
"A homemade bird feeder
and a rock from the Grarl
Canyon." *
"Deal," she said,
up.
Oh, all right, maybe it's a
little sneaky. Some people may
even say it's just plain wrong --
especially those of you who
have closets full of vacation
souvenirs. But me, I prefer to
think of it more as "pooling
available resources."
And, hey, if that's not the
true spirit of sharing, I don't
know what is.
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