This morning dawned cloudy, but warm and humid. Thankfully it cleared, and this evening we had our first barbeque of the season. I undercooked the steak (by my husband's cook-it-till-it's-dead British mentality), but they were fabulous anyway.

I've been tuned into the news today, watching tributes to Ronald Reagan. I'm a bit weepy.

And I also found this unusual article on the New York Times site. They're still debating about what they're going to with the site of the World Trade Center. It's really a no-win situation, isn't it? If they don't replace those towers, where are all those displaced companies supposed to go? But if they do rebuild, it will seem as if people are just moving on and forgetting. So instead, they're being politically correct (ugh!), and discussing options for opera houses and Museums of Freedom (whatever than means).

There's an asshole voice in the back of my head that keeps whispering an idea to solve all this. It's extreme, so be warned: If the ground is now sacred, which I believe it is, then keep it as a memorial park. But because NYC is short on space at the best of times, and can't afford two enormous city parks, Central Park will have to be sacrificed. Be reasonable - Central Park is a lovely part of New York City, but the city needs space - and Central isn't a mass gravesite. WTC wins that battle. And Ground Zero is much smaller than Central Park, so only part of the park will have to go to make room for offices and other businesses.

Like I said, it's extreme, but it's a helluva lot more useful an idea than building a hall to showcase modern dance!