Last night's gig was strange.
It was September 11, right? Right. So the entire day I kept thinking about where I was the year before, and the year before that, and the year it happened.
I was not thinking about fireworks and fair food and fun.
Yet that was what I was subjected to. Yes, there was a moment of silence and a flyover. Yes, we played the arrangement of Amazing Grace that was meant as a tribute to that day.
But it didn't feel right.
Maybe it was the realization that my planner marked that day as "Patriot Day". Yes, I realize that we need to do something, we need to call it something -- but "Patriot Day"?
I don't think so.
I keep thinking about stores advertising closeout sales on "Patriot Day" somewhere in the distant or not-so-distant future.
Or will this day fade into history like December 7?
I wish I knew.
--Annie