I was looking at photos on my brother's computer tonight and found this.

Today, I stood in St. Paul's Church (Trinity Church) and looked at remnants left from 9/11.  I kind of felt unemotional about it all until I came to a display talking about cots that were set up in the church for emergency workers.  Something about seeing that empty cot stirred deep inside my heart.  

In the far corner of the church is a charred, empty fireman's uniform with an embroidered collar that says, "We will never forget".

Memorial Day weekend is always special to celebrate in New York City.  This is not my first.

But now, with Bin Laden dead, and the immenent 10th anniversary of the tragedy and heroism that occurred that fateful day, I can't help but find this weekend Extra Special.

Indeed, we will never forget.

It is for freedom, that we are free.



(please excuse the horrible photography...)

For over 11 years, I've wanted to get a tattoo.

For the last five years, I've occassionally (read: more often than I should) drawn/written the word Love on my arm.

But this past Saturday, I got it inked on my back.

After this trip to the middle east, I wanted something to commemorate the trip that changed my life and messed me up in an incredible beautiful and wonderful way.

And for me, that meant something permanent!