I heard this on the radio this morning driving to work, past the harbor under an overcast sky, a tall ship at the wharf and pleasure boats at anchor, and the image of those <i>latino</i> men going from door to door saving lives and giving up their own in the process.

It started as tears at the corner of my eye, then a catch at the throat, and by the time I got to the yacht club they were full fledged sobs. I was going slow enough that my car's weaving back and forth posed no danger to anyone other than myself.

I turned right, away from the water and back towards the main road, as Dwyer finished his account. The sobs continued, though, until I physically turned off the radio, came to the stop sign, and waited for the traffic to clear. Two minutes later, in the parking lot, I was still weak at the knees, but I pulled it together enough to make unrelated small talk with a colleague who arrived at the same time.

You do great work, John Hockenberry. Don't stop.

And the sheep come out of the farm just long enough to leave their caca outside the fence...

Yeah, and way to really convert people to your hateful little point of view, you [ Comment redacted. No personal attacks. -Eds]

"Brown people". Good grief. Yeah, mourning our own dead sure is racist.

And completely disrespectful. (to add to Dave's comment)

Way to completely miss the point.

How very touching! Thousands of people have warm and fuzzy stories about 9/11 but I seriously doubt that those include the stories of millions of people in the Middle East who have paid the price with their lives, their bodies, their homes, their families, their way of life, their countries. Oh, but I digress...brown people don't count, they're just a notch below dangerous wild animals who don't even deserve protection - sometimes, I forget that it's all about the Americans and their precious, superior lives...