Being in New York City on September 11, you'd think that there would be some form of city-wide observance. There was the ceremony at Ground Zero (I think Giuliani spoke; Bush wasn't there) and I'm sure other formal tributes around the city, but the overwhelming majority of New Yorkers went about their day as if it were September 12--commuting, working, going home, watching Biggest Loser. I, being one of the majority, went about my routine (or what is slowly solidifying into a routine) with the only reminder of the date's significance being a sad announcement on the R train this morning (come to think of it, around the time of the attacks, mid-morning). The voice said, "Next stop Rector Street. My partner and I would like to take a moment to remember the victims of the attacks on the World Trade Center that happened six years ago today. Also the attacks on December 7, 1941, and April 19, 1995. Next stop City Hall."
The one reference to September 11 I hear all day, and its thunder is stolen by Pearl Harbor and Oklahoma City.
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