It's hard for anyone in NY not to have a moment of silence on 9/11, particularly those of us, like myself, who live in close proximity to a firehouse. They are busy now--they are always busy, but I imagine this morning they are busy readying the firehouse for what has become the annual 9/11 memorial service. (Here's a shot from last year.) So I expect in a few hours to look out my window and see white gloves, flags, a line of men in uniform, women in hats, and children in suits, hair wetted down. But this morning I woke to the sound of laughing firemen. That definately marks a change. A good sign I suspect.