Ever since last night the Wizard of Oz song "Ding Dong The Witch Is Dead" has been filling my head. I was in the midst of watching Donald Trump about to fire someone on Celebrity Apprentice when that ticker tape announcement started rolling at the bottom of the screen. My first thought was, oh great, we're about to have a nuclear attack. But as the news unfolded, we found out that Osama Bin Laden had been shot and killed.
The news immediately brought me back to the day I stood with binoculars on my penthouse terrace in Stamford, CT on September 11, 2001 watching the twin towers collapse before my very eyes. I had gone a date with a guy just the week before who happened to work in Tower 2. As luck would have it, he had to take the Path subway train for New Jersey a mere 30 minutes before the first plane had struck. He was stranded in New Jersey for three days, but that was a small price to pay.
I remember calling him numerous times on his cellphone and no one answered. I figured he was one of the casualties. But after a few days, he picked up the phone and recounted his harrowing story. For some countries in the world, this little song may appear as gloating. After all, how crass is it to be joyful over the death of anyone--good or bad? But for those of us who were personally effected by 9/11, who cares what anyone thinks! Retribution has been served.