I too felt the need for my friends –not just any friends; New York City friends– this September 11 as opposed to last year.  Perhaps it was because last year I was worried about whether my family and friends were alive, or perhaps it was because I was so overwhelmed with the palpable grief of All of It, sitting on my couch and watching the names of people crawl across the bottom of MSNBC, fearing I would see the name of my neighbor (a flight attendant with Delta who was not assigned to her usual flight that day, but whose friend, Frank, a pilot with Delta, was) or someone else I knew.  This year, I felt most acutely the lack of my NYU friends, feeling –as I did last year too– that those of us who have moved out of the city have abandoned our former home, and that was a response I thought would begin to dissipate by now.  But not yet.

So reach out, KF, and know we’re reaching back.

And I hope the bad dreams have passed.