frazzled & frumpy

God bless America Photo: Thomas E. Franklin/The Bergen Record Land that I love Stand beside her  And guide her Through the night With a light from above From the mountains To the prairies To the ocean White with foam God bless America My home sweet home. (Here's the song by one of my favorites.) (All pictures (except the first one) are either mine, or from morguefile.com )

We all remember where we were. How could we forget?  I was home, getting my kids ready for school. Once I heard, I spent the rest of the day glued to the TV.  My heart sank lower and lower. This couldn't be real.We lived near the Salt Lake airport and for a week the skies were conspicuously quiet.   The next days were filled with sadness as I watched strangers plead for their loved ones to be found.  Lucky for me, my grief was distant and empathetic. I knew no one who died that day. I've watched with interest since Sunday when Osama was killed.  Facebook gives us such a great ability to share our opinions.  I've seen everything from disgust that we would be happy about a murder-any murder, to those who are glad he died, but don't think we should celebrate it. Those who are more like me do celebrate his death. I don't think I would've gone out and joined the crowds, but then, I'm old. If I were younger, I probably would have. I think he got what he deserv...