Carl: Is that noise bagpipes celebrating this? me: I was wondering that too. What the fuck is that noise??? Carl: I bet its bagpipes and sirens in celebration me: Really?? Already? Carl: Remember, Osama bin Laden is not dead until Donald Trump has seen the death certificate. me: Wow, there is crazy cheering going on, do you hear it by you?? Carl: Most def me: Like wild yelling under my window Sent at 12:01 AM on Monday me: Should we go to the WTC? It’s SO loud Carl: Omg, it is really building steam me: USA USA USA, they are chanting so loudly Carl: Yeah, I want to see what’s going on me: Okay, im putting on jeansCarl's new status message - if you can't sleep because of em, join em. #wtc 12:12 AM
So we went. The scene was wild. It was not the number of people that astounded me, but the unity and camaraderie and volume of the massive cheering. Hundreds of random New Yorkers gathered at one historic place in our incredible city. We chanted “USA” and “Yes, We Can.” We sang “The Star Spangled Banner” and “We are the Champions.” There was a moment of silence. People waved flags, groups gathered by the chain-link fence surrounding what is now a giant hole in the ground and prayed. Camera crews gathered, while firemen marched and vets led cheers. For ten years, there has been a melancholy emptiness where the Towers once stood tall; tonight, it finally felt like that void was filled. It was genuinely powerful. And I was proud to be part of it. As I write this now, hours later, I can still hear the cheering from my window. It seems even louder than it did before.