or to completely vomit. (sorry for the graphic image)
I’ve been swept up in the patriotism, too. I’ve seen the “Thank You” commercials on ABC, and I’ve watched the hourlong specials every night. I’ve sung at Union Square, at St. Vincent’s, and the West Side Highway. I donated some money the Red Cross. (Can’t give blood: tattoo).
I just got off the phone with my dear friend J, who has spent almost every hour (save a few hours of sleep) at ground zero.
I don’t even want to think about some of the things he told me. He did say he sees miracles every day, every hour… but when we got off the phone, he was going to take a shower to get the stink of death off. His voice is horrid, I guess from screaming and directing people, but he said the smoke and air at ground zero is awful, and it’s in the food, and in their lungs… he said they’ll probably all get cancer, but they do what they have to do to clean it up.
God bless you, J. I love you.
Make sure your friend knows how much the whole country appreciates him, 'mkay? Hugs to you both.