So we take off our shoes and our belts, we cheer torture and collateral damage and forget that our forebears held themselves to a higher standard. They didn't always attain it, certainly, but they tried and sometimes they pretended in the name of civility. We don't even pretend to be above fear, and we certainly don't pretend to be civil to our enemies as our mothers taught us.
Never forget indeed; let's do some remembering I say and remember what life was like before 19 Saudi assholes (not Iraqis) took our faith in ourselves and our values and hung them out to dry in the name of security.
This isn't the time to be chuntering on about Key West and it's streets and it's quirks and it's piddly little problems. This weekend is a time to turn inward and tune out the noise and reflect on what that day ten years ago means to each of us.
Whatever it means to you I hope to see you back bright and early Monday morning refreshed, and ready to enjoy a little window on this peaceful little world we call the Florida Keys.
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