To Laugh at a Funeral
On the third day after the fall of the towers a firm blanket of sorrow was settling in. It was like America forgot how to laugh. No one wanted to seem insensitive so for a time nothing was funny. Thoughts like a twin towers puzzles were not going to fly. I’m sure people were brimming with punch lines; you just didn’t dare let them escape into the open. This carpet groping for appropriateness opened the door to a truly dangerous lack of inspection. Those in power seized on this and in the name of grim rightness we went to war.