Friday, January 1, 2010
I spent part of the New Years last night around the corner watching the guys at the Fire House setting off bottle rockets over the East River. Was that illegal? Do firemen get special dispensation to play with matches?
Anyway it looked great!
After a while they had to go out on a call,...alot of fires on the holidays.
I love firemen.
Their 'whole' job is to save you, your family,..and ya beloved junk. I loves'em. They're cool. I admire their sense of brother, and lately sisterhood. All that "Band of Brothers" stuff.
However what I especially likes about these neat folks is that they don't shoot you.
Naw this ain't a back handed diss on cops,..mostly. I mean police folks go into harms way 'everyday' for us. They're hero's too. It's just that being a cop, like firemen, is an 'extraordinary' thing, and calls for extraordinary people.
Not just any Moe, Larry or Curly.
A police person besides everything else holds the direct power of life or death over us. So perhaps only the very 'best' of us should be cops.
Remember I cynically said that we'd be completely recovered from the downtown 9/11 attack. We'd be back to "normal" as soon a cop, probably Curly, gunned down another unarmed Black guy.
It took six days.
However in those six days we were a united community of human beings. We openly spoke, and cared for each other.
I miss those days.
I'm not alone in that. I've found over the years that many New Yorkers would speak wistfully of those too few days as well.
How is it that so many would thoughtfully remember out of all the mayhem of this past decade those 'few' days.
Maybe it's because these were the best hours of this whole traumatic era. Maybe our true selves finally shined through at last.
May this New Year, this new 'Decade' give us more "Human" days.
(Btw, the sweet kid above looks like Obama at his first job.)