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    When the world is falling apart,
    I go to the beach

    It happened on 9-11-01, and it certainly had all the 911 emergency feel to it. Had it not been so horrifying, the fact that the date was actually an emergency would have somehow been poetic. But when the destruction of the twin towers of the World Trade Center were purposely destroyed by two hijacked airplanes, it was anything but poetic.

    What had happened here was that I had just gotten ready to go to the beach for the day. Both my aide, Fawn, and I were ready to leave. She called home first to check on her children. It was at that point where we learned from her boyfriend all that was going on. In fact, it was at the precise moment of the phone call that the first tower was going down. We quickly turned the television on, and like much of the country looked on in complete horror. The second tower came down next, but first we were shown the airplanes slamming into the buildings! The commentator was as shocked and trying to figure out if it was, in fact an accident, but the reality of the tape showed us that it was a horrible act of terror and hatred.

    As with probably everyone else in the country, I was glued to the television trying to gather all the information. I watched for about forty-five minutes, enough time to realize that it was an act done by terrorists against our country. After learning this information, I, like all the newscasters on the air, began trying to figure out why this horror occurred. Here it is a full month later and we still only have guesses.

    What I wound up doing on 9-11-01, or 911, as I have gotten used to calling this date, was to go to the beach. As this is my favorite and most calming thing to do. Much later in the day, Herman showed up, and I explained to him that if the world was coming to an end, my choice of places to be was at the beach. He agreed, put his bathing suit on, and we went for a long sail, trying to make sense out of a completely senseless act.

    When I returned home, my curiosity won out, and I once again was glued to the television. Sadly, the death toll had only climbed in my absence. But there were some bright spots of light in all the horror when a person was found alive amidst all the rubble. As of this day, the country is still trying to find answers and retaliate. I’ve never been a big fan of George W., but after his staunch reaction and words, I find myself becoming a much greater fan daily.

    Having seen the country come together as it has is nothing less than uplifting. This in combination with my continuing to go to the beach has somehow made palatable what in reality is not. Here’s hoping we get beyond this as a country.

    "Kathryn Spira, a native of Cleveland who pursued an acting career in NYC and Los Angeles, now pursues free lance writing from Caroga Lake here in Fulton County. Previous columns may be accessed at her web site www.kathrynskorner.com"