trade world center
They were bold. So were we. They weren’t called The Towers for nothing. They reached over the city with the energy of a million dancers.
When you entered the massive structures, you would find the human-scale inside and outside the buildings.
More than symbols to be destroyed by monsters for no good reason, they embodied and expressed a dynamic nation. Functional and beautiful.
They towered over the city and the free world. Where people traded the fruits of their labor in honest exchanges, in the pursuit of happiness and prosperity.
We sit and wait for the decision on our futures in November.
I need to start a small business, which would be pointless if Obama wins.
We watch as the cost for everthing rises, and the value of what we own falls.
We can’t help wondering if like Washington D.C., our future will be grey hulking buildings low to the ground, not reaching boldly to the sky…
finishing the job
in Soviet America.