Running Commentary

The People

Friday

Four days ago the world was what it was. Its changed. How did it come to this?

Demarcation lines in Manhattan have been drawn further uptown. Can't drive south pass 42 Street. Tunnels and most bridges are closed. People can't go home. I can't go into the city to shop in SoHo. I hate the fashions this season. Can't find a thing to wear. Searching for  simple pair of shoes I like, is as challenging as climbing Mt. Everest.

I need something for climbing and running and hiding and thinking and wondering and worrying.

We we are the huddled masses coming to our own shores of redemption and forgiveness. We pray, we chant. Missives of encouragement from friends near and far, fly over the Internet. All circuits are busy. Phone calls to family and friends when you are lucky to get through are priceless.

We are at war. Whose the enemy? Will we win?

We have depended on the Government Men to take care of us for so long, now they have abandoned us like sometime fathers do.  

We are, all of us, The People now.