For today's posting, I was planning to write about the hobo I saw collapsed on the street—I called 911 and the ambulance picked him up. He should be fine, but it was scary to see him like that. It was reassuring that emergency services got right over to him.

But today, of course, is not about 911 calls, but the 9/11 of six years ago.

How quick time flies. I awoke this morning and turned on the radio to be reminded that it is the big anniversary of that insane day six years ago. It is not something I think about often, as for one, I have moved on, and for two, it is not something I enjoy thinking about. In the past six years, the world has changed and so have I. If you were to ask me then if I would have traveled to the other side of the world for a girl, I would have laughed in your face. I would have also laughed in your face if you told be that America would be entrenched in what looks to become a decade-long engagement smack dab in the middle of the Middle East. Funny how things work out, eh?

I am not here today to stir up arguments about Iraq. If you want to hear that opinion, I will be happy to post my two cents some other day. I am writing today to think back six years ago, when a telephone call from my roommate work me up and told me the news. I had just recently moved to New York, and I was planning on job searching that day. There I was sitting on the roof in my Crown Heights apartment, with a guy who was going to be installing flat screen TVs in one of the towers, yet decided not to work that day. We sat there and tried to sort out if they where going to fall, until it was clear that both of them had dropped.

There I was walking out of my apartment, not knowing what to do other than to walk towards the East River. I picked up a slightly burnt piece of letterhead, but I dropped it, feeling it tasteless and unverifiable. It was a beautiful day to be outside. Nobody knew what to do, but we were all ready to help in any way we could. A hasid had parked his van and was giving everyone free bottles of water. There were the stores, open to let people use their toilets. There were the people who where dusted and walking home. There was the same conversation happening in every cell phone, the same conversation happening between every person. There was the smoke and there was the smell. There was New York, out there to help New York.

What a day, what a day. Well, that is about enough commemoration for me today.