It is a walk I take every morning in NYC - from Penn Station to my place of work in the Times Square area. It's a ten block or so walk, one that allows me to clear my head and get ready for the work day.
This morning, on 43rd St and 7th Avenue there was a gentlemen on the corner - and beside him was a coffin draped with an American flag. Surrounding the coffin were pictures of two soldiers, good looking young men and placards stating that they died in Iraq - that they were his two sons. He was an ordinary looking man, was not saying a word, no bullhorn, no "down with Bush", etc. He looked sad. I had my IPOD on and as I approached him I turned off the music. I looked him in the eye and I wanted to say something to him. No one was talking to him - people were briskly walking by - it was a little before 830am. As I got closer to him I mouthed the words "I'm sorry" but I kept going. I felt really bad and for that moment and the next block or so I thought differently about the war, about us being there, about the deaths of young men. As I walked into my office building I thought to myself/promised myself, if he is there tomorrow I will talk to him - and i will.
As is usual in our busy lives, I forgot about him until just now.
Figured I would share
This morning, on 43rd St and 7th Avenue there was a gentlemen on the corner - and beside him was a coffin draped with an American flag. Surrounding the coffin were pictures of two soldiers, good looking young men and placards stating that they died in Iraq - that they were his two sons. He was an ordinary looking man, was not saying a word, no bullhorn, no "down with Bush", etc. He looked sad. I had my IPOD on and as I approached him I turned off the music. I looked him in the eye and I wanted to say something to him. No one was talking to him - people were briskly walking by - it was a little before 830am. As I got closer to him I mouthed the words "I'm sorry" but I kept going. I felt really bad and for that moment and the next block or so I thought differently about the war, about us being there, about the deaths of young men. As I walked into my office building I thought to myself/promised myself, if he is there tomorrow I will talk to him - and i will.
As is usual in our busy lives, I forgot about him until just now.
Figured I would share


I wonder what Bush or Cheney would have done in your place.
















