Letters 11-23-2015

Cheering From Petoskey While red-eyed rats boil fanatically up from the ancient sewers of Paris to feast on pools of French blood, at the G20 meeting the farcical pied piper of 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue thrusts a bony finger at the president of the Russian Federation and yells: “liberté, égalité, fraternité, Clinton, Kerry--Obamaism!”

The Other Mothers And Fathers Regarding the very nice recent article on “The First Lady of Yoga,” I have taken many classes with Sandy Carden, and I consider her to be a great teacher. However, I feel the article is remiss to not even give acknowledgement to other very important yoga influences in northern Michigan...

Drop The Blue Angels The last time I went to the National Cherry Festival, I picked the wrong day. The Blue Angels were forcing everyone to duck and cover from the earsplitting cacophony overhead...

Real Advice For The Sick In the Nov. 16 article “Flu Fighters,” author Kristi Kates fails to mention the most basic tool in our arsenal during Influenza season... the flu vaccine! I understand you might be afraid of being the victim of Jenny McCarthyism, but the science is there...

Keeping Traverse City in the Dark Our environment is our greatest asset. It sustains our lives; it drives our economy. We ignore it at our peril. Northern Michigan Environmental Action Council (NMEAC) has submitted letters of concern to both the city commission and planning commission regarding the proposed 9-story buildings on Pine Street. We have requested an independent environmental assessment with clear answers before a land use permit is granted...

All About Them Another cartoon by Jen Sorensen that brings out the truth! Most of her cartoons are too slanted in a Socialist manner, but when she gets it correct, she hits the nail on the target! “Arizona is the first state to put a 12-month lifetime limit on welfare benefits.” That quote is in the opening panel... 

Unfair To County Employees It appears that the commissioners of Grand Traverse County will seek to remedy a shortfall in the 2016 budget by instituting cuts in expenditures, the most notable the reduction of contributions to various insurance benefits in place for county employees. As one example, the county’s contributions to health insurance premiums will decrease from ten to six percent in 2016. What this means, of course, is that if a county employee wishes to maintain coverage at the current level next year, the employee will have to come up with the difference...

Up, Not Out I would like to congratulate the Traverse City Planning Commission on their decision to approve the River West development. Traverse City will either grow up or grow out. For countless reasons, up is better than out. Or do we enjoy such things as traffic congestion and replacing wooded hillsides with hideous spectacles like the one behind Tom’s West Bay. At least that one is on the edge of town as opposed to in the formerly beautiful rolling meadows of Acme Township...

Lessons In Winning War I am saddened to hear the response of so many of legislators tasked with keeping our country safe. I listen and wonder if they know what “winning” this kind of conflict requires or even means? Did we win in Korea? Did we win in Vietnam? Are we winning in Afghanistan? How is Israel winning against the Palestinians? Will they “take out” Hezbollah...

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Two Years Later: 900 Interviews Round out a Look Back at 9/11

Nancy Sundstrom - September 11th, 2003
Two years ago, the unthinkable happened, and our world, as we knew it, has never been the same.
The “unthinkable,“ of course, is the devastation that took place on September 11, 2001. Much has actually been written and documented about that day’s horrific events and its aftermath, and the latest comes on the two-year anniversary in the form of “Middletown, America: One Town’s Passage from Grief to Recovery“ by Gail Sheehy.
This is the 14th book from Sheehy, whose landmark work, “Passages,“ dealt with the complexities of the stages of adult life and resonated with millions of readers worldwide. As an author, she’s a unique combination of journalist and sociologist, and she tackled the Middletown project because she believed that this second anniversary of 9-11 would be even harder to deal with than the first.
“Two years after a traumatic event is tantamount to the day after surgery,“ she has written. “The shock is past, the painkillers have worn off, the visitors have begun to thin out....Impatience with the unrelenting sorrow gives birth to the bromides by which the feel-good purveyors successfully commercialize consolation: ‘Get over it.’ ‘It’s time to move on.’ ‘Put it behind us.’“
Sheehy chose the commuter hamlet Middletown, New Jersey for her study because with nearly 50 victims, the town suffered the “largest concentrated death toll“ on 9-11. Interestingly, Middletown is also the name of a classic 1924 sociological study about life in Muncie, IN, but this Middletown has very little in common with that blue collar area. Most of the New Jersey residents are affluent, though there is a significant population of firefighters and police officers who reside in the town. And those, as we know, were two of the groups of 9-11 victims most affected by the tragedy.
In the first chapter, “Signs and Wonders,“ we meet a few of the subjects the book focuses on, one of them being a young firefighter:

“Kenny Tietjen always had to be first at the fire. He was unbeatable, even by grown men. As a kid coming up in a proud blue-collar section of Middletown, he kept a scanner in his bedroom. The minute he heard a report of a fire, he‘d streak out of the house and jump on his moped and race to the address. Whereas the firefighters, who boasted of belonging to the largest all-volunteer fire department in the world, would be delayed by the necessities of getting to the firehouse, climbing into their turnout gear, taking their places on the truck, and traveling to the scene. Little Kenny was always there first, waiting for them-a damn fourteen-year-old...The funny thing was, Kenny had been scared of sirens as a very little boy. “Petrified,“ recalled his sister Laurie. “Firecrackers, any loud noises, but especially fire and police sirens terrified him.“ And as a child he was on the runty side, short and skinny and shy. He had to content himself with “torturing“ his younger sister. For example, the “spit torture.“ Laurie giggled. “He would tackle me on the ground, sit on top of me, and-this is so disgusting, I can‘t believe I‘m telling you this-he would spit into drool, so it was hanging just over my nose, and then he‘d suck it back up.“
“Don‘t tell Mom,“ he would order. Their mother, Janice Tietjen, was a devout Catholic, a pillar of St. Mary‘s Church.
The way Kenny Tietjen dealt with fear was to go toward the very thing that scared him. “He was just so gung ho,“ said Janice. “He had to be the first one in.“ As soon as he came of age, he became a volunteer in Engine Company Number 1 in Belford, a briny section of Middletown where the fish factory was and where firefighting was one of the noblest occupations. Kenny moved closer to the firehouse. His mother was shocked upon reading a newspaper account of her son‘s participation in his first fire. It was a propane tank that might have exploded, but who was the first one on the hose? Kenny.
“That kid!“
Within his first few years in the company, Kenny Tietjen bulked up and more than proved himself. At a large electrical fire in a lumberyard, one young firefighter opened a door and was knocked unconscious by a flash. Kenny ran in behind him and with another volunteer dragged the man out of the smoke-filled shack; saved his life. Kenny‘s helmet melted, but he suffered no injuries.
“When my brother wound up being a fireman and then a police officer, the whole family, we couldn‘t believe it,“ said Laurie. As a member of the Port Authority police force, Kenny wore a smile almost all the time. He loved his job, blossomed in it. “We called ourselves the Regulators,“ said Mike Ashton, who worked with Kenny in a sector car at the Holland Tunnel. “We were both active cops, we went out looking for it. We called it ‘playing.‘ “ The two spent every working night together, ate their meals together, shaved their heads together. Ashton saw more of Kenny than he saw of his own wife. They backed each other up.“

Sheehy conducted more than 900 interviews as she followed the stories of victims and survivors who were part of the community fabric of Middletown, and most of them are quite moving and compelling. Especially so is the tale of four widowed mothers who challenged the White House in an effort to gain information about why 9-11 took place. Sometimes the sum of the parts is greater than the whole, largely because certain the stories are certainly more dramatic than others, and a few seem stretched to be given substance. For the most part, though, the dots are well-connected here and Sheehy’s research pays off when it ties into looking at the various stages the town worked itself through as they tried - and are still trying - to deal with their sense of anger, loss and grief.
This might be an interesting project to revisit in a few years, when a different perspective could be shared and the impact of 9-11 measured and described in the way that it can only through the healing that happens with the passage of time. Something tells me that there will be more chapters yet to be written about the people and the place that is Middletown, and much like the ones here, they, too, will deserve to be told.

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