Wednesday, June 02, 2010


So, I walk into the shiny Manhattan office building today and see the same security dudes — who mostly hold elevators, or stare — that I’ve been seeing there for several years. But now one is blocking my path, telling me I need to show him my i.d. “Why? You know me, man,” I say, kidding but not kidding. He mumbles something. I show him my face on a card. We are all safer now.

So, I'm riding the subway in the now safest large city in America, where the murder rate is the lowest it's been since 1962, when they first started tracking the kills. A voice comes over the loudspeaker, admonishing me to hold onto my personal belongings. I know he loves me. And I know he's right: if we all mistrust one another, they'll never be another September 11 again.


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