With no Saints to honor, we note that today is Patriot Day, during which we recall the 2001 attacks on the World Trade Center, the Pentagon, and Flight 93. And today is the birthday of my co-worker Deborah at the casino (1954).
Patriot Day is a discretionary day of remembrance established in 2001 in memory of the 2,993 killed in the September 11, 2001 attacks on the World Trade Center in New York City, the Pentagon in Washington, D. C., and United Airlines Flight 93 in Pennsylvania. Initially the day was called the Prayer and Remembrance for the Victims of the Terrorist Attacks on September 11, 2001. On this day the President directs that the American flag be flown at half-staff at individual American homes, at the White House, and on all United States government buildings and establishments, home and abroad. The President also asks Americans to observe a moment of silence beginning at 8:46 A.M. (Eastern Daylight Time), the time the first plane struck the North Tower of the World Trade Center on September 11, 2001. Because Patriot Day is not a federal holiday, schools and business do not close in observance of the occasion, although memorial ceremonies for the victims are held. In New York the World Trade Center Site Memorial Competition was held to design an appropriate memorial on the site. The winning design, Reflecting Absence, was selected in August 2006, and consists of a pair of reflecting pools in the footprints of the towers, surrounded by a list of the victims’ names in an underground memorial space. When the Pentagon was repaired in 2001–2002, a private chapel and indoor memorial were included, located at the spot where Flight 77 crashed into the building. The Pentagon Memorial was completed and opened to the public on the seventh anniversary of the attacks in 2008. It consists of a landscaped park with 184 benches facing the Pentagon. In Shanksville, Pennsylvania, a permanent Flight 93 National Memorial is planned to include a sculpted grove of trees forming a circle around the crash site, bisected by the plane’s path, while wind chimes will bear the names of the victims. A temporary memorial is now located 500 yards from the crash site. New York City firefighters donated a cross made of steel from the World Trade Center and mounted on top of a platform shaped like the Pentagon, which was installed on August 25, 2008. Today is also the birthday of our friend Deborah at the casino (1954).
I neglected to mention in yesterday’s Daily Update that I had uploaded my August 2015 photos from my camera to the computer’s hard drive.
I did my Bathroom Devotional Reading, and posted to Facebook that today was 9/11. Before we left for work I put out the flag, and on our way to work I did my Internet Devotional Reading. When we clocked in Richard was on Mini Baccarat (which was not busy today) and I was on Pai Gow (also not busy today). On my breaks I started reading Queen Sugar by Natalie Baszile.
After work we stopped by the Pharmacy so that Richard could pick up a prescription. Once home, I read the morning paper and ate my lunch salad; I then went over to the radiology department of our local hospital for my scheduled Bone Density Scan. I got home at 2:00 pm from that (the hospital is about three minutes away from my house; there are significant advantages to living in a small town), and at 3:15 pm Richard and I went over to Callie’s mom’s house. Her father Ken was at work, and her mother Lisa was in Dallas, so we just visited with Callie and the baby. On our way home we stopped so that Richard could get some boudin. Once home I watched Jeopardy!, then came to the computer to do today’s Daily Update. And when I finish this Daily Update, I’m off to bed.
Tomorrow is the Optional Memorial of the Most Holy Name of the Blessed Virgin, and the birthday of Richard’s nephew Spike, the son of his brother here in town (1969). We will work our eight hours at the casino, and on my breaks I will continue reading Queen Sugar by Natalie Baszile. In the afternoon I will do my Weekly Hour of Eucharistic Adoration, then come home to take a long nap. I will then wake up and do my Daily Update ahead of the 8:15 pm CDT kickoff of our #14 ranked LSU Tigers against the #25 ranked Mississippi State Bulldogs in Starkville, Mississippi.
Our Parting Quote on this Friday afternoon comes to us from Keith Dunstan, Australian journalist and author. Born as John Keith Dunstan in 1925 in East Malvern, Victoria, he was a Flight Lieutenant in 1943 to 1946 with the Royal Australian Air Force, stationed at Labuan in the Pacific. In 1946 Dunstan joined The Herald and Weekly Times Ltd, publishers of The Sun News-Pictorial and The Herald (since merged as the Herald Sun). He was Foreign Correspondent for the Herald and Weekly Times with posts in New York (1949–52) and London (1952–54). This period was followed by a position with The Courier-Mail in Brisbane for which he wrote the column “Day by Day”. He returned to Melbourne and from 1958 to 1978 contributed a daily column, “A Place in the Sun” for The Sun News-Pictorial, the city’s largest circulating daily newspaper. During these years his popularity grew and he became a Melbourne institution. From 1962 on he wrote regularly for the Sydney-based weekly magazine The Bulletin under the pseudonym of Batman (after the city’s controversial founder, John Batman) and for the travel magazine Walkabout. An enthusiastic commuter and recreational cyclist, he was the founding president of the Bicycle Institute of Victoria (1974–78). In 1976 and 1977 he was president of the Melbourne Press Club, succeeding Rohan Rivett. He was the United States West Coast Correspondent (1979–82) for The Herald and Weekly Times. Later, he was a regular columnist and occasional contributor to The Age newspaper. His pioneering works of Australian sports history included The Paddock That Grew (1962) on the Melbourne Cricket Ground, which has now seen several editions and updates. In 1967 he became founding secretary of the Anti-Football League, a tongue-in-cheek organization that poked fun at the Australian rules football obsession. He published a quartet of books on Australian character: Wowsers (1968), Knockers (1972),Sports (1973), and Ratbags (1979), and many works of history on popular subjects ranging from wine to sport to retailing, including an unfashionably critical study of the Australian outlaw Ned Kelly, Saint Ned (1980). He also wrote an autobiography, No Brains at All (1990). In the January 2002 New Year Honours List Dunstan was awarded a Medal of the Order of Australia (OAM) “for service as a journalist and author, and to the community, particularly as a supporter of the Berry Street Babies Home”. Other publications of his have included The Melbourne I Remember (2004) and Moonee Ponds to Broadway (2006), a study of his friend and fellow Melburnian, the satirist Barry Humphries. In 2009 he became Patron of the Prahran Mechanics’ Institute. He wrote his own self-deprecating obituary, and in October 2013 was posthumously inducted into the Melbourne Press Club’s Victorian Media Hall of Fame, an honor he was told about before his death (died 2013): “[As a reporter with The Sun News-Pictorial], police reporting was deadly competitive…It was just after 11 pm when I heard the [police radio code] message: ”Forty-five, 13 Tobruk Crescent, Preston.” I grabbed a taxi and said: ”Drive as quickly as you can to Tobruk Crescent.” When I knocked on the door there was a woman in her nightie. She screamed: ”Thank God you’re here. My husband is trying to kill me with a Japanese sword.” I tried to tell her I wasn’t the police, just a reporter, but she wasn’t listening. Her husband was rampaging in the next room. We rushed into the bedroom and hid in the wardrobe cupboard. If the lady was frightened, I was terrified. Five minutes later the police actually arrived and we were saved. I learned a great deal about newspaper ethics that night.”