doodledee

It's been a year.

There are ceremonies, moments of silence, and flags at half staff. There is complete and total saturation in the mass media and probably every blogger in existence is documenting what it all means to them. You see women at the food court handing out little flag ribbons to wear, and the Bridge Patriot playing his bagpipes for the commuters on 494. At the office, my client told their employees that anyone who wanted to could go home and spend the day with their family -- but nobody did. You hear a lot of the 'where were you when' type stories and even witness the occasional somber moment. And through it all, you do your best to squeeze in some foosball, just to make sure the terrorists know that they didn't win squat.

Take that, Osama.