Wednesday, May 19th, 2004
This afternoon, Ellen and I walked over to Erika’s office to share with her the new stationery options that we have developed for our department. As we entered her office, I heard a low murmur coming from her computer monitor, and asked her what the noise was. She said that she was listening to the September 11th hearings. As she answered the question, the low murmur was interspersed by what appeared to be a man yelling. I said that it sounded like the conversation was getting heated. At this comment, Erika turned up the sound so that we might hear. The man was quite upset, was yelling that he wanted answers. A woman’s voice then came into the fray, and she said that her brother had been a firefighter that died in the fall of the towers, and quite bluntly told the man to sit down and shut up.
By this point, we had all lowered our eyes and drifted off into our own thoughts and memories, so it was with much gratitude that I thanked Erika when she reached over and turned the sound level back to a murmur. The murmur is what we are accustomed to, living here in The City. It’s always there.
It was then, with some uncomfortable clearing of throats, that we went about discussing the great importance of our new stationery.
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