Monday, March 17, 2008
On 24th Street I came upon a lovely scene.
The firetruck was parked and a little boy, his mother, and his sister, had all stopped to look.
The fighter was very cheerful and friendly.
But the little boy was shy.
His mother showed the firefighter the little boy's t-shirt - a firetruck
The little boy's shoes - flashing lights - like a firetruck.
On the side of this fire truck
- and all the other firetrucks in New York -are painted the names of the members of this engine company who were killed on September 11th.
Even after six years, seeing the names makes me cry.