Life in and around a bulls-eye

You know, most of the time I can forget that I live next to and work in the middle of a bulls-eye.

Not today.

Today being the anniversary of the 2001 terrorist bombings (Please note: the use of the date "9-11" to designate these thefts of life really annoys the crap out of me. 9-11 is a date that comes every year, a number you dial when the fit has hit the shan, and my step-niece's birthday), the boys in blue, black, & various other sundry uniform colors were out in force.

There were police posted at the entrance/exits of every metro station I used. There were police posted IN the metro stations I passed (as in on the platforms). Ther ewas an officer on the train I was in, but I don't know if that was for every train, or if he was just hitching a ride.

There were what I'm reasonably sure were secret service posted on the corners of the intersection where I cross to get into the building I work in. This building is also right next to the Repbulican Campain Committee HQ.

Its kinda of weird. Most of the time, this place looks just like any city, except for th odd barricade. Today, it looks like the movie versions of an occupied city.

So, for today, I can't forget that I live near and work in a bulls-eye.

Nor can I really ignore why.

Days like today, I really wish we didn't live here.