Journeys of the Questress - WTC
Feb 2 - Final Pass to the End Zone
The Way it Was - 1
The Way it Was - 2
Sept 19 - When Tomorrow Never Comes
Sept 27 - Oral Interpretation
Oct 5 - A Mile of Tears - Part 1
Oct 5 - A Mile of Tears - Part 2
Oct 5 - A Mile of Tears - Part 3
Oct 11 - Yesterday, Today, Tomorrow
Oct 28 - Each Day I Search the Rubble
Nov 12 - When Spires Fall
Nov 19 - 911 The Rape of America
Dec 14 - Just A Thought
Dec 18 - A Sense of Place
Feb 2 - Final Pass to the End Zone
March 3 - Sitting on the Edge
March 14- Do You Still Remember
March 20 - Virtual Walk-Through
March 25 - When Will It End - Part 1
March 25 - When Will It End - Part 2
April 1 - Towers of Light
May 14 - View From Above
May 30 - Tunnel At the End of the Light
May 31 - Seventeen Hundred
Aug 9 - From the Margins Erased
Aug 30 - The Train Doesn't Stop There Anymore
Sept 9 - Ceremonies of Light and Dark
Sept 10 - Just An Anniversary
Sept 12 - September Holds Great Promise
Literary Reflections
Rebirth and Resurrection
The Winter Garden Springs To Life
The Winter Garden Springs To Life - con't
Underpass to the Past
Rebuilding Ground Zero
Under Hallowed Ground
What Will Fill the Void?
I Submit a Design
Footprints in the Dust
My Memorial Design Submission
My Memorial Design - Drawings
New Path Train Station
Path Station Tour
May We Never Forget
That Which Surives
War Without End
4th Anniversary
Footprints in the Dust
I Miss 9/11
Time Comes Between Us
A Thousand Cranes
Fear Factor
Love Letters On The Wall
Empty Chairs
Sitting on the Edge of Forever
Walking the Perimeter of Emptiness
A Counting of Days
For Friends Absent But Not Forgotten
The Memory Keeper's Promise
Unbreak My Heart
Standing On The Edge Of Forever
Both Sides Now
A Memory In Time
The Gravity of Loss
The Survivors Rise Up
Flowers Will Bloom
The Fire Within Us
The Sentinel
Stronger Than The Storm
Between the Candle and the Stars
A Journey Through Remembrance
Canticle of Remembrance
Beyond the Crucible of Chaos
Journey Through Remembrance project
What See We Now
Forever In Our Hearts
Keeping the Flame Alive
The Rebuilding of Ground Zero continues
Does Anyone Care Anymore?
Where Is Our Story Teller of Pain
At Memory's Edge
Dust Thou Art and to Dust Thou Shalt Return
Heroes Never Die
The Flame Inside Our Hearts
The Year of the Heroes of 9/11
Déjà Vu
Remembering 9/11 in the year of COVID-19
Coronavirus Decimates Ailing Sept. 11 Responders
Touching From a Distance
That Which Survives 20 years later
2021 - 20 years later
Memories of Terror Return
Putin's Name Covered Over On Teardrop Memorial
The 9/11 Tribute Museum Closes
When Memories Fade Away
St. Nicholas at Ground Z is rebuilt
The Blue Wall of the Unidentified Victims
When Time Calls Your Name
When Art Gets It All Wrong


Final Pass to the End Zone

I have to start by admitting that I'm not a fan of football. My idea of spectator sports consists of watching humans do something other than crash into each other and create mounds of bodies. Baseball, tennis, and ice skating are more to my tastes. Yet every year for the last 4 I've watched the Superbowl. Not for the game itself, but for the commercials and the half-time show. Some years I'd double up in laughter at the comedic twists of the commercials, other years I'd groan at the stupidity it all. And I'd never watch the game. I'd do anything, even wash dishes, to fill in that time.
This year was different. In many ways...I found myself secretly wishing the Patriots would win. Wouldn't it be neat for a team so named to walk away the winner in a year when we all are trying to be patriotic? This year the whole 5 hours (I watched part of the pre-game show too) turned into an emotional roller coaster ride for me.
First off, all the stupidity and banality of the Superbowl event had vanished. Everyone from the NFL players to the sportscasters to the producers of the commercials tried to give us a show this country and the world would not forget (it is beamed around the world). Whenever (other than the somber Olympics) did an American sports event do anything as deep as read from the Constitution and the writings of Abe Lincoln? The wrap up of the pregame show did just that. Members of the NFL each read parts of the Constitution against backdrops of our National monuments and cities. And the last phrase read was over a view of Ground Zero. Then our 4 living Presidents did their rendition of quotes from Lincoln's writings with the Boston Pops playing in the background.
The game started and the commercials presented the usual range of topics. Until Guiliani thanked everyone for helping NYC. Until the Anheuser Bush Clysdales appeared in Manhattan looking down towards Ground Zero. Until we were told that even though it's your body, buying drugs can fund a terrorists (one spot started very graphically by quoting what it cost to buy the various items that could blow up a building).
Then there were also the live shots of our troops in Afghanistan. One showed the guys holding their rifles in the air  and cheering after a touchdown had been made. The sportscaster commented that they might lack the munchies but not the spirit even if it meant only being able to raise their rifles high. The poor guys, I felt so glad they could be entertained even though it must have been around 5 in the morning their time!
Then came the half time show. U2 was to play and being one of my favorite rock singers I was eagerly anticipating his performance. The first song was good but what came next was to blow my mind. As he sang "Where the Streets Have No Name", a huge banner unfurled behind him. On it, were columns, and written in huge letters, the names of the people who had perished in the WTC destruction, at the Pentagon, and in the airplanes. Name after name, in alphabetical order, scrolling up to the sky. I started crying. His song ended and the banner was let to crash to the ground creating an eerie duplication of the Twin Towers coming down.
I can't remember where the Rams had caught up but now they were neck to neck with the Patriots. I kept watching on and off (still can't muster up the patience to watch ALL the body smashing!) and definitely listening to the score. The Patriots had to win!
And that they did. As I flipped of the TV, I couldn't help but think how the 2 things we Americans are all criticized for - Rock Music, and sports - could become the vehicle for emotion and patriotism. How a sporting event that non-football fans see as crass and stupid, can bring tears to our eyes and show the world how much we care about the people who laid down their lives for our way of life. The World Trade Center has been gone for almost 5 months, Superbowl 36 is now history, but the enduring spirit of our democracy and the continued honoring of those who died at the hands of the terrorists will not disappear. And that, indeed,  is a touchdown of cosmic proportions!
 c 2002 Leona M Seufert