a plane crashes into a building...no problem, we'll be there with brats

So I just saw "World Trade Center." It was an incredibly powerful movie, not only because it was a true story but also because Oliver Stone does an amazing job showing the whole thing from the street below the burning buildings instead of from a distant perspective from a small tv screen in Davis, California. I'll never be able to fathom it...too huge of a scope to grasp. But I left the theater and found solace in the fact that the tallest building in Albuquerque is about 15 stories (correct me if I'm wrong, native New Mexicans), appreciated that I wasn't crushed under huge slabs of concrete, and then I called my good friend who lived it and made him patiently re-live it with all my (probably) dumb and insensitive questions. Sorry. And thanks.

One cool thing about the movie...obviously lots of people went there and helped out, but besides the marines who basically saved the 2 Port Authority cops from their impending doom, they focused on the Sheboygan (Wisconsin) Police Department who went and served brats to all the rescuers. Gotta love the cheeseheads.

Anyway, I'm not gonna wax poetic about 9/11. I can't; I'm not qualified. But lots of love to those who were there, who lost people they knew, and whose families were waiting for them to get home.

Peace.