Awaiting The Return Of Our Beloved

Someone thought it would be a good idea if I were raised to be a good internalizer so any information I give tends to come in riddles or cyphers. In tribute to the journey, the feelings that brought me down for the last week, and in the spirit of the person I miss, I offer this,

Awaiting The Return Of Our Beloved

She stands for me
Hiding the visage with glass
Coney faces south.

Happy May

I was working for the last three days for a British company putting together a show about 7 World Trade Center for a series on remarkable buildings. 7 WTC was chosen for its new safety features designed to survive the salad days of terror, and the people in charge of the building couldn't have been nicer or more accommodating -- we could literally run around where we pleased and spent a good deal of time on the roof and scampering about the maintenance decks and tunnels shooting whatever the hell we wanted. Usually the crew is invited into a building to shoot only to spend 60% of our time negotiating access to the freights or reminding the new security shift who we are.

Nick and I (along with Anthony) were the American support crew -- he was AC and I was audio (Anthony was our driver) -- and if you've ever wondered what it feels like to work in television, look at Nick.