“An error does not become truth by reason of multiplied propagation, nor does truth become error because nobody sees it.” –Mohandas Gandhi
I’ve been sitting in my office on Wall Street – which is about four blocks from the former site of the World Trade Center – since before 8:00 AM and not one person who’s called on the phone or walked by my desk has even mentioned that today is the sixth anniversary of the day those towers went down. And what’s most surprising to me about that odd fact is that…it doesn’t surprise me at all. Like a lot of other people who were in NYC on that day six years ago, I’d just as soon move on from the continuous analytical overhaul of an event that no one will ever be able to erase from public consciousness.
Today is the final day of a two-day strike by NYC cab drivers in protest of a city order that they install credit-card readers and global-positioning systems in their vehicles. Oh my, the poor babies. In retaliation, the cabs that are still on the street are charging double their zone rates for all fares. As far as I’m concerned, anybody who pays that jacked-up fare is an idiot and all the striking cabdrivers can bite me.
If Freddie Mercury were still alive he’d be 61 years old today. Freddie deserves to be remembered on his special day because no other rock star ever had as big an impact on me personally as Freddie. If not for his heavy stylish influence I surely would not have attended my high school classes wearing black nail polish (on one hand only), flowing Zandra Rhodes-inspired tops, tight black satin pants and an Egyptian Asp arm band. Queen pretty much lost me after they released Jazz (1978) but everything they did up to and including News of The World (1977) is brilliant and their debut album, Queen (1973) remains one of my favorite records of all time.
