09.11

After the attacks, residents of lower Manhattan (maybe everyone, but I live in the East Village) started taking inventory.  Not of our figurative stockrooms but of our friends and acquaintances.  How could you not?  It seemed like every business in the neighborhood had flyers seeking information on someone who was missing.  There were vigils outside of Beth Israel and St. Vincent hospitals.    I found out the night of the attacks, Mike, the guy I usually talked NFL with on Sunday nights, was a firefighter….and missing.   So yeah, I took attendance of familiar faces everywhere I went, shopping, retail work, and fitness classes.  I was a regular in a Monday night led ashtanga yoga class at my gym.  It was a full class with a devoted student body for this rigorous practice, and the teacher Ghretta Hynd, was masterful.  About three weeks after the attacks, there was one guy missing amongst the regulars, and we had collectively begin to worry; he worked for Aon or Cantor Fitzgerald or some business located at the top of WTC.  Then on the fourth Monday after 9/11 just as the class was getting rolling, we were into our second or third sun salutation, the door opened and he walked in.  40 people came out of downward facing dog and stared in happy recognition.  A wave of applause spread across the room.  He smiled said he was on vacation when it happened and had been busy going to funerals since.  Ashtanga is no joke and the yoginis were known in the gym as this stern faced, barefoot brigade.  We all did our practice that night with smiles on our faces.

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About jmartin437

I've worked in and around the world of high end cheese for 27 years. I've been everything from a department manager who hired and fired and trained staffs to a weekend warrior who shows up ties on an apron the middle of a rush and talks to customers and cleans up the place. I enjoy it all, and I especially like my current situation conducting informal seminars about cheese at area bars and in class at the 92nd St. Y. The current schedule is always up at thejoyofcheese.blogspot.com. In addition I conduct private events that are perfect to lead off birthday parties for foodies and sommeliers and also they make great entertainment for corporate team building events and associates meetings at law firms. In addition, I've been a freelance journalist for 27 years. Currently my profiles of leading musicians and filmmakers appear in the Wall Street Journal and www.theroot.com. I also wrote about sports for the Root, and for five loooong years, which included the entirety of the Isiah Thomas Knicks era, I wrote about the NBA for the New York Sun. I enjoyed writing about basketball so much that I now do it here at rotations for free.
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