Times Square

It’s a beautiful spring Friday and Times Square is having a bomb scare. I haven’t heard much except there was a suspicious package. I heard evacuation. I’m on the opposite side of midtown so I don’t see any of the flashing lights, or crowds standing around wondering….I don’t have the sense of urgency that emergency personnel must be feeling as they race to handle the unknown. But I do feel the anger, the passion, the desire to protect our great city. Those of us who live here and make our livelihood here are just trying to live our lives like those in any big city of the world. It is our Home. Why must those who don’t appreciate or understand our way of life, feel the need to destroy it? To hurt the innocents? Does that really make sense on a deep human level?

I don’t understand many a religion or political philosophy but I don’t feel the need to destroy it. I figure it is my job as a member of the human race to accept our differences. If we all did that, perhaps we could have a sliver more peace.

Bombs in cars. Bombs in packages. Why? Is it the Naked Cowboy that upsets you so?