Homage in the Crest

By Boardwalk Bob Ingram

Was riding on the bike path in the Crest this evening– Monday – and came across a couple whose arms were laden with American flags, which they were placing in the ground at intervals.

When I asked them what was up, they said the flags were for 9/11  and that every square corner in Wildwood Crest would have a flag in memory of that awful, tragic, indelible day.

It was ironic because on the morning of 9/11 my pal Bobalew and I were riding on this same path. Bobalew had a bike radio, of all things, and the music was suddenly interrupted by the announcement that a plane had hit one of the Twin Towers of the World Trade Center.

My mind went back to when I was a kid and a plane had hit the top of  the Empire State Building, but Bobalew – ever the realist – said one word: Terrorists.

We pedaled to the Port Royal Hotel just in time to see the second plane hit on the lobby TV there.

Then, stunned, we rode on into a world that would never be the same.

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