I realize as I’m trying to assemble today’s comic news that my mind wasn’t really on it for some reason. Although 9/11/01 is the day that changed the world in sad and horrible ways, it was also a sad and horrible time for me, my friends, my family and my home. The sense of closure I feel today following the death of bin Laden is a powerful one, but it also brought back so many memories of that time. The grief, the missing posters, the sickening smell that lingered in the air for weeks, the eerie glow from the rescue efforts at Ground Zero that lit up the sky around the clock. I woke up every morning for months, lying in bed, reliving that day.
There were good things, too: the sense of unity and warmth of friendships that deepened and have lasted since. Brave men and women. A city that came together and has stood together since.
I remember writing at the time that if bin Laden had been found and shipped to Times Square and hung up on a cage to rot to a skeleton — as they did with prisoners in more barbaric times — every New Yorker would have approved. I’m not a big believer in vengeance or capital punishment, but this childish fantasy provided me with some comfort in those dark times.
So yeah, I’m so glad he’s dead, and I’m glad I’m here to dance on his grave. It doesn’t bring anyone back or bring back that simpler world, but the darker world he helped create is a little less dark today.
And now I hope we can move on to an even better place.