Ten years ago I was visiting my mother in Smalltown, U.S.A. I had just delivered the manuscript of a book to my publisher and thought myself in need of a week’s vacation. This is what I did instead.
Today my life is unimaginably different, almost entirely for the better, and I’m grateful for my good fortune. Tomorrow I’ll feel like talking about some of the reasons for that gratitude—but not now. This is a day to remember those whose lives were cut short by an act of foul, unmitigated evil, and those who sacrificed their own lives to save the lives of others on that terrible morning.
We should all be grateful that such courage is still to be found in the world. It was not in short supply on 9/11.
Terry Teachout on the arts in New York City
