An 'Only In New York' Moment

But what I really like is all three of them'as people. Not because of "what" they said, just the fact they used their first amendment right to voice their opinion'and when money mattered (as in they were losing millions in lost album sales')..they didn't change their tune. In other words, money couldn't buy 'em. Something Washington, D.C. is knee-deep in'just look at all the investigations.

Crazy train ride Saturday'of course! I take the subway from time to time' although this time I ended up in Brooklyn. Missed my stop. I used to live here in Manhattan'and know the trains pretty well'but..I was goin' crazy on my blackberry'and bam! I'm in Brooklyn.

So I switch trains and head back in'and that's when I get an "only in New York" moment. Suddenly a guy walks through holding up DVDs for sale' I say'"whaddya' have"'.and he looks me right in the eye..and holds up "The Da Vinci Code"!!!

This is SATURDAY'the movie just opened the day BEFORE!!!.

Five bucks!! However, I'm sure you would have to watch the movie between the heads of people in the row in front of the guy who shot it on his home video camera!

Sunday' didn't miss my train stop. Took it to City hall..with a short walk on a cold and windy day to the World Trade Center site. It is still overwhelming by the fact there is nothing there.

Just a huge space where life used to be'and across the street a place where life is still thriving'surviving and giving. St. Paul's Church. It is literally across the street. Untouched by the disaster'.physically'this little two story church dating back to President Washington'stands the test of time and terrorism.

However, spiritually, you can see where the disaster is having a lasting effect. In a good way.

There are video presentations within the church walls, cards of kindness from kids around the world, pictures of those exhausted ground zero rescue workers'sleepin'noddin' off..in the pews and caretakers making sure they had a blanket, a bite to eat and a hug.

There are also pictures'some from relatives, some cut from the newspaper'of those who died in the disaster'.pinned..and taped to boards along the inside walls of the church.

A somber reminder of both incomprehensible loss and loss we may still face'as we have such a long way to go in securing our country. (do you know what's in the cargo hold of that plane your on' Neither does the TSA).

As I reached for the small, yellowed newspaper obituary of a man who looked like someone I grew up with'another hand'that of a woman'somewhat shaking' reached for the same picture. As I touched it'her two fingers touched it as well'gracing the face of the man in the picture 'as she said, "I miss you bobby'I love you".

I looked over'to see a small, frail woman' possibly in her '60s'her posture hunched a bit'her eyes a little moist..as she stepped back to look at the man in the obituary'to look at her handsome 36-year-old son.

Bobby Evans.

Her name is Chris.

I told her Bobby looked like someone I grew up with'but he was not.

She told me'as we chatted for about 15 minutes'that she comes to the site where her son died saving others' a couple times a years.

She says it's harder now than it was at first.

She told me sometimes she'll be walking down the street and see a man from behind' walking in front of her'wearing the same pants her bobby wore'same kinda hair..

She'll start to run up from behind'wondering if it is bobby'could it be''

But the pain in her heart stops her'because her heart knows he's gone.

The mother knows it is not her son.

As we part'.I get out my blackberry and call my mom.