Somebody Called the Cops

I live in an apartment complex and the "class" of people who live in apartments can vary. And it really one takes one tenant to bring down the whole complex. I've had my fair share of neigborhors of questionable class. Like the people who live across the hall. They have several weeks worth of newspapers in front of their door (and before you ask, they are home). Or the people downstairs who use their patio as a giant ashtray or a place to store automobile tires. And then there are always those loud drunk people in the parking lot at 2 a.m. (don't these people have jobs?).

And then there are times when somebody calls the cops, like last night. I think there was a young man and young woman living in the apartment downstairs (I'm not sure because I've seen several women) along with a todder. Everything was fine until around 6:30 p.m. when a moving truck showed up. Then the shouting started, with foul language drifting up to my window. And it wasn't long until two cops showed up (no I didn't call them - this time) to "supervise" someone moving out.

Did you know that law enforcement is requied when someone is moving? I didn't.

Remembering

I thought a lot about if should blog about today and if I did what I would blog about. All those videos, photographs and stories from 10 years ago still make me cry. I don't plan on watching any television today, even 10 years later the memories are vivid enought I don't need to see them again.

So instead of writing words of my own I'm going to borrow the words of Bruce Springsteen. In 2002 he wrote and recorded, a song inspired by 9/11 called The Rising. Here are the lyrics:

Can't see nothin' in front of me
Can't see nothin' coming up behind
I make my way through this darkness
I can't feel nothing but this chain that binds me
Lost track of how far I've gone
How far I've gone, how high I've climbed
On my back's a sixty pound stone
On my shoulder a half mile line

Come on up for the rising
Com on up, lay your hands in mine
Come on up for the rising
Come on up for the rising tonight

Left the house this morning
Bells ringing filled the air
Wearin' the cross of my calling
On wheels of fire I come rollin' down here

Come on up for the rising
Come on up, lay your hands in mine
Come on up for the rising
Come on up for the rising tonight

Li,li, li,li,li,li, li,li,li

Spirits above and behind me
Faces gone, black eyes burnin' bright
May their precious blood forever bind me
Lord as I stand before your fiery light

Li,li, li,li,li,li, li,li,li

I see you Mary in the garden
In the garden of a thousand sighs
There's holy pictures of our children
Dancin' in a sky filled with light
May I feel your arms around me
May I feel your blood mix with mine
A dream of life comes to me
Like a catfish dancin' on the end of the line

Sky of blackness and sorrow (a dream of life)
Sky of love, sky of tears (a dream of life)
Sky of glory and sadness (a dream of life)
Sky of mercy, sky of fear (a dream of life)
Sky of memory and shadow (a dream of life)
Your burnin' wind fills my arms tonight
Sky of longing and emptiness (a dream of life)
Sky of fullness, sky of blessed life (a dream of life)

Come on up for the rising
Come on up, lay your hands in mine
Come on up for the rising
Come on up for the rising tonight

Li,li, li,li,li,li, li,li,li