State of Fear

Today my brain is kind of fried, long day at work. So, I have decided to tell a story, which I find to be very interesting. also, there is a very interesting news story going along with this. (not really politically related...but I managed to find a link)

So, this morning I woke up as usual a little later that I should have, raced over to my bus stop and to wait for my trusty bus. It was seven minutes late (did I just call it trusty?!). Since I live in Queens I take an express bus into Manhattan every day. Nice and air conditioned (express bus lines get the best busses!). So I took my seat and alternated staring out teh window with doing the work I hadn't finished last night. When we got onto 57th street there was a lot of traffic. I just assumed that it was rush hour, but it isn't usually that bad at that time. Work started for me today at 10 (yes!). things usually cool off around 9:30. As we passed Park Avenue the road was closed off by cops. I looked down the ave and saw many blinking lights from fire engines, cops cars, ambulences, and the like. Then I got off that bus, ran onto my other bus, and ran into work.

As I got into the elevator a lady was coming so I held the door for her. She asked me if I had heard what had happened on 62nd and park. I told her I had no idea, that I had seen 57th and park closed off. She told me that there was a blast. She said it was a doctor's office. As I was getting out at my floor she said "it's very scary". I agreed with her. Later on in my day things got pretty slow and I had a few minutes to let my mind wander. I realized that that woman was scared that al qaeda had hit the upper east. She was afraid of what they might hit next, whether they'd hit the building we work in. This is the state of fear that the Bush administration has gotten the American people into.

Now: what really happened. (I find this interesting so I'll give you a quick sum up. Here's the link to a story I found when I googled it.) So, the man who owned the building was in a bitter divorce and he was going to possibly lose the townhouse. They think now that he blew it up in a suicide attempt after sending a 14 page e-mail to his ex-wife and her lawyers. He didnt' want her to get the house so he blew it and himself up. The building just collapsed and was engulfed in flames. There were two brownstones on either side and at 12 my mother said she saw the firemen shooting water out of the brownstones. This had happened at 8:30.

anyways, I hope you found my story interesting. and it's further proof how politics is everywhere. I'm going to take a deliberate detour past 62nd and park tomorrow and see if I can find anything. That is if I'm not running late. So, moral of the story, if you hear a blast RUN! and don't think osama, think a bitter divorce.