That Six Month Thing
Shoot: I deleted accidentally what I had just written. Here:
You may recall that it was almost exactly 6 months ago that I wrote this post, in which everyone I knew was out of their friggin minds with fear.
A colleague at OVEN Digital at the time had a father who was a high-ranking government employee. The colleague warned us to stay put that weekend.
I remember trying desparately to decide whether to take the Verrazano Bridge out of town on the weekend for fear that 1. the bridge would be blown up or crashed; or, 2. once out of Brooklyn, I would never be home because the city would be going through mayhem. I also remember taking the bridge and watching my white knuckles turn clear. I’m only bringing this up because I don’t want to ever have to do that again.
That’s what these six months are for, I hope, and not to sell us bad memories of future devilish deeds.