Nine Eleven Thirteen was yesterday, the anniversary of one of this country’s most horrific events. However, cutting open an old wound isn’t what this post is about.
In 1999, two years prior, I went on a summer skate tour with Arcade Skateboards. We spent five weeks crossing up the country in an RV with NYC being our half-way point. I had been once before on another skateboard tour with Foundation, but this time I was with friends. And we were sight-seeing.
On a damp, overcast afternoon we wandered around the Big Apple taking in all that is New York City. The World Trade Center was top of the list. What we found upon arrival was a forty-five minute line and a forty dollar charge to get to the observation level. As if the afternoon weren’t hazy enough, that cloud canceled the parade. Next to no one wanted to deal with either of those hurdles, let alone both. I on the other hand, easily the cheapest of the group, still wanted to see it. At that point in time I didn’t drink, do drugs, or eat fast food. I thought only about skateboarding and climbing out of the poverty I grew up in. With that in mind, forty dollars and an hour wait to see something I grew up dreaming about didn’t seem like that big of a deal. The group turned round and round on whether to deal with the drags, and in the end, decided against. I recall the comforting phrase for our abandoned efforts, as clearly today as it was uttered fourteen years ago: “It’s not going anywhere.”
Those words echo through my mind, bound in connection with New York and the view that never was. Still, I would rather learn from my mistakes than regret my decisions. Today is the time you live for because tomorrow is as fickle as the weather no matter whose forecast you are listening to and that is what you need “Never Forget.”