Hollywood couldn't have scripted it better. After 10 years, karma finally caught up with Osama bin Laden yesterday. Would anyone care to join me in the Halleluiah (Jesus) Chorus? There is a God. But, we Americans already know that. And during our darkest hours we know we are not forgotten, neither is every person who died in the Twin Towers on September 11, 2001. Whether they were American, Canadian, European, man, woman or child, you will never be forgotten. Whether you were NYFD, or NYPD, a financier, a waitress, a garbage collector you all mattered. And you always will.
Yes, it's been quite the celebration in the good 'ole USA since last night when spontaenous crowds gathered outside the White House, in Philadelphia (let Freedom Ring you old cracked Bell you), at the Phillies Mets game, in Times Square, at Gound Zero. We came, we sang, we cheered, and popped champagne.
I'm as happy as a pig in slop. I broke a building rule today. No decorations or flag of a country can hang from any window. Guess what? My building is named, The Americana. Is this a coincidence? I think not.
There is an American flag in one of the windows today.
To quote that American icon, Woody Woodpecker . . . Guess who?
C'es moi mes amis. C'est moi.
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