Three Chords to Freedom

Musings on a precious commodity

Thoughts on this September Day – the 11th

A food court, fifty feet away from the noise and light of the Venetian hotel casino, seems like an odd place to be working today. September 11. I stepped out of the shower this morning, and put on old blue — my old, beaten, comfortable NYPD t-shirt. It’s been a tradition on this day since the world shook. As I walked toward the elevator, a thought crossed my mind and I turned around and changed — into a t-shirt from another resort. I don’t know why, but it just felt like the thing to do.

Old blue’s waiting. I’ll spend several hours working later this afternoon wrapped in the comfortable cotton.

God bless this thing called freedom

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