Keenan Singleton Audrey Warren
I love this town
It's the town so nice they had to name it twice. It's the Big Apple,
the city that never sleeps, the city with eight million stories -- the
Capital of the World.
It's New York, New York, home of George Gershwin, the Harlem Renaissance
and Talking Heads. It's the location of the best films of
Woody Allen (and some of his worst, too) and some of the best cop dramas
ever (Serpico, The French Connection). It's the site of
Broadway, off-Broadway and off-off-Broadway, the pinnacle of American
Let's face it. With all due respect to former Houston First Lady Elyse
Lanier, New York is the world-class city of America.
When hijackers slammed two airliners into the World Trade Towers in
the city's financial district, they knew they were aiming at the
most recognizable symbols of the United States' economic preeminence.
When the towers collapsed (and nearly 5,000 people were
killed), the terrorists' compatriots no doubt believed that the city's
(and the nation's) spirits had been irreparably broken.
But, in less than a New York minute, they were proved wrong. The city's
emergency personnel began a Herculean effort to rescue the
victims who could still be saved. Then began the painstaking effort
to pick up the pieces, which continues today, nearly two months
Mayor Rudy Giuliani, long known for his take-no-prisoners tough-guy
persona, showed a previously unseen compassionate side as he
became the public face of the stricken city's resilience.
The stock markets of Wall Street, whose infrastructure had been decimated,
opened the next week.
There was still more to contend with, as many of the nation's major
media outlets were targeted by bioterrorism. Still, the city's
teeming masses soldiered on.
On Saturday, one of the city's biggest events of the year, the New York
City Marathon, attracted one of the biggest crowds in its
history. Living up to the motto "United We Run," 10 people ran in the
place of relatives who had been killed.
And Sunday, the New York Yankees, long the pariahs of non-Gothamite
baseball fans, just lost the most emotionally charged World
Series in recent memory. Love 'em or hate 'em, you had to respect them
for hoisting their hometown's hopes on their shoulders.
Start spreadin' the news. It's up to you, New York, New York.