I thought this might be the year that I wouldn't weep, but not yet. It being Tuesday certainly makes a difference, more than I thought it would. And one thing different this year is I now work across the street from the big hole where the towers were. I see it every working day, at least twice a day. I go down into it fairly often, most recently last Friday. I've mostly gotten used to it. Today I could barely stand to walk from the subway to work.
And when I think of the world wide outpouring of sympathy and how our government squandered that and turned us into virtual pariahs, I weep for my whole country.