Shrine to a Flight Attendant
San Francisco, Calif.
September 30, 2001
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We're a long way from September 11 now, not just a continent
away but weeks beyond, far enough along that men in leather pants
and bondage gear can make their way proudly through the streets
of The City to the S&M Fair, with no apparent sense of irreverence.
We're far enough along that we can go for a day in The City, and
see Kristen & Jonathan and talk about regular things like the heat
(a record-breaking 92 degrees) and the layoffs, and not even talk
about airlines crashing into skyscrapers. And then we set out along
Guerrero, to buy some ice cream for the kids and suddenly find
ourselves standing beside a shrine of dying flowers and burnt-out
candles, and already-fading photos of a pretty, smiling, young blond
woman, a United Airlines flight attendant who lived in the little
apartment building there, until Sept. 11, when Flight 175 was hijacked.
So we're not so far away after all.