The Most Excellent World-Wide Book Tour: Featuring Rachel Mcintosh


Author Name:  Rachael L. McIntosh

Book Titles:

Security Through Absurdity

Book One: Little Yellow Stickies

 Book Two: Bubbles Will Pop

 Book Three: The Big Show

Genre and Sub-Genre: Contemporary Literature  /  Fiction Political / YA>Fiction>US History>21st century

AUDIENCE : GenX, Young Adult, Conspiracy Curious


  • Based on a true story
  • Details of pre- 9/11 defense contracting, the US Housing Collapse, and the 2012 Republican National Convention (fictionalized), Dark Money, Black Budgets
  • Included school libraries in Rhode Island and Connecticut via RILINK system
  • Title is available from Amazon, Barnes&Noble, Kobo, iBooks, and select bookstores in Rhode Island, Connecticut, and Florida.

 Book Content Rating:  PG13 – Adult (18+)  Based on language, violence, sexual content.


Author Bio 

Rachael L. McIntosh is an accomplished visual artist who also worked for a major US defense contractor during the lead up to the Iraq war. She acted as a national media coordinator during the politically significant December 16, 2007 “Money Bomb”; an online fundraising frenzy that became the largest single-day fundraiser for any political candidate in US history. She has also appeared in the feature length documentary FOR LIBERTY. Currently, she is writing novels and homeschooling her two children in Rhode Island. Visit her website athttp://www.rachaellmcintosh.com

Book Blurbs:

Security Through Absurdity

Originally written as one book, then divided into three books, SECURITY THROUGH ABSURDITY is the story of corporate shenanigans, an uneasy home life, and a quixotic presidential campaign. These situations propel Jocelyn through a believably bizarre journey and into dangerous psychological territory. In a matrix of life-threatening situations, she is forced to question the very fabric of her Gen-X American upbringing.


Little Yellow Stickies

Book One: Little Yellow Stickies – Jocelyn McLaren is a beautiful, hard working, yet naive visual artist who, through a twist of fate, ends up working for a major US defense contractor during the lead up to the Iraq war. She unknowingly witnesses and unwittingly participates in crimes that haunt her and are ultimately interlinked with the most nefarious psychopaths on the planet.


Bubbles Will Pop

Book Two: Bubbles Will Pop –  Jocelyn McLaren, a former defense contractor, is now a new mother to twins! As she struggles to maintain what she imagines to be a normal family during the economic turmoil of the US housing collapse, she becomes involved in a political campaign and encounters troubling remnants of her life working for the military-industrial complex. These interactions haunt her, as well as the father of her children, and are ultimately interlinked with the most wicked forces on Earth.


The Big Show

Book Three: The Big Show – “The Big Show,” chronicles Jocelyn McLaren’s involvement with a presidential election. As her history of working for a US defense conglomerate collides with global finance and murder her future becomes increasingly unstable. Will she survive?



By Carolyn Boyce on September 3, 2015

Format: Kindle Edition Verified Purchase

Rachel L McIntosh is now my favorite author. This series of modern historical fiction is very entertaining, funny and timely. I look forward to her next book.


Billie James’s review

Sep 01, 15

5 of 5 stars

This series has three books. The first book “Little Yellow Stickies” is an absorbing look at the defense contractors of America prior to 9/11. The second book “Bubbles Will Pop” is the transition book and “The Big Show” is the culmination.

 Jocelyn McLaren is central character and throughout the first book we learn about her role in the defense industry. In the second book she breaks away and in “The Big Show” she breaks into the political scene and becomes involved in a Presidential Election. Throw in thriller seeds like a murder and you’ve got yourself a thriller worth reading.

 What I noticed most is that the author has become extremely close to the character of Jocelyn and makes her come alive. I would say that in terms of writing “The Big Show” is probably the best of the three. Read the first two and then make your way to this one for an exciting reading adventure. If you believe in the American dream you may want to stay away from this series though.

Book Links

 Website: http://www.rachaelLmcintosh.com   

Twitter: @EntropyPress



Linked In: Rachael McIntosh  Author / Artist / Communications Specialist


The Most Excellent WorldWide BookTour presents Jason Greensides


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Book Title: The Distant Sound of Violence

Genre and Sub-Genre: Literary/Contemporary/Coming-of-age/Mystery

Book Content Rating: Adult (18+) Based on language, violence, sexual content.


Author Bio

 Jason Greensides has a degree in Video Production and Film Studies and has made several short films, two of which have been broadcast on television – but writing fiction is his real passion.

He’s interested in ‘outsider’ types, people operating on the edge of society. This inspired him to write his first novel, The Distant Sound of Violence. It’s about a group of kids, one in particular, Nathan Dawes, whose philosophical obsessions and criminal connections have made him an outcast at school.

Jason is now working on his second novel, another coming-of-age mystery, but on coffee breaks he blogs and tweets about writing, and throws in the occasional book review.

Book Blurb:

Do we ever escape the decisions we make when we’re fifteen?

Nathan Dawes, the loser from school, an outsider, street philosopher and member of The Grove Runners gang, needs Ryan’s help to get Stephanie to fall for him. When Ryan’s lawnmower is stolen, Nathan sees this as his chance to enlist Ryan in his plan.

Although Ryan knows becoming friends with Nathan could lead to trouble, he reluctantly agrees to help.

Stephanie wants nothing to do with either of them. Besides, she’s more interested in the one guy in the world she really shouldn’t be.

As Nathan continues his pursuit of Stephanie, and Ryan gets mixed up with The Grove Runners, soon events overtake them all, haunting their lives for years to come.

This intelligent and compelling debut is a heart-breaking tale of bad decisions and love gone wrong. It’s about choices that lead to violence, loss and tragedy.


“This was one of the best books I’ve read in a long time. It is smart, gripping and even weaves an intriguing mystery into the mix. I cannot praise it highly enough. A masterpiece.” – D.M. Cain, author of The Phoenix Project and A Chronicle of Chaos

“This reviewer seems to recall something that was said of Dostoevsky and how, to be successful, a novel requires an overarching philosophy. It is especially in this respect that Greensides’s work merits ultimate recognition.” – The Literary Reader

“Every once in a while, I finish a book, don’t do anything for a while except sit and think about it. This is one of those… It’s rough and violent, but compassionate towards every character. This is one I’m definitely going to thrust upon my friends and family.” – Sunshine Somerville, author of The Kota series

“A powerful sense of place and a sharp, nostalgic feel pervade the novel, and the supporting characters are richly drawn…an engaging, exciting and thought-provoking read that I’d strongly recommend.” – Nathan Jones

“There are twists and turns, light and shade in every page and in summation the book was a joy to read… It is without doubt a skilled debut from Jason Greensides.” – Boopy

Book Links

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The inconvenience of grief: A primer on keeping your sorrow to yourself.

I have a friend. Above average intelligence. Above average trauma. Eight years ago her daughter died in an off roading accident. I didn’t know her when it happened but over the years as I’ve gotten to know her and the effects of her loss have come to me in a trickle that has become more of a steady flow.

I have never lost anyone that meant anything to me as much as this woman’s daughter meant to her. So for me even having a perhiperal connection to the progression of greif is a new experience. What I have found has surprised me; the depth of her grief and the way it affects her is disturbing as well as confusing. But what has been more of cold glass of water in the face for me is the completely inexplicable flak she has gotten from her friends.


I’m sure that many of you are as confused as I was to hear that along with the soul crushing primary affects of losing her daughter, there is blowback from her friends due to what is seen as this woman’s excessively discussion her daughter and showing naturally uncontrollable signs of grief.

One of the disadvantages of prose media like blogs is that it doesn’t allow you to take a dramatic pause as you might on television. I will ask you to share my sense of disbelief in a moment of silence.


Over the years I have heard my friend discuss her friends who have made it clear that they would cease any social interaction if the level of discussion of my friend’s lost child didn’t decrease or end entirely. After hearing similar stories for years I read a blog that my friend wrote; there have been a few blogs where she has tried to get a handle on what she has been feeling for the last eight years, to make sense out of something that defies sense. While her blogs have been heartbreaking, the last one evoked another volatile emotion from, one beyond sadness: Anger.

By reading this particular blog it became clear to me that part of coming to terms with her loss and its aftermath involve resolving the complaints of her friends in her own mind, seeking the best outcome.  To me it seem like it’s asking an awful lot to add that trivial bit of her friend’s narcissism to her tottering plate.


Here is where I editorialize, though to me it sounds like something as obvious as the presence of oxygen in our atmosphere. The miracle of life is…life. Without children the human race will end. And so, as part of our grace, most of us are given the desire to bring children into our lives, sacrificing everything to give those children the chance to live a full and meaningful life. While there are a few unfortunate individuals who lack maternal or paternal instinct, our gateway to life, past and future, is our ties to our  children. Consider for a moment that God has passed His grace on to us through the tie to our children’s well being and often through the tie to children who we adopt or even take under our wing.


Grace, as stated in both testaments is also earned through our commitment to help those who’s lives might be as good as our, both in terms of quality of life and financial security. If we are to take care of our brother’s and sisters under all circumstances, I find it hard to believe that the list of tradgedies that call for our grace and aid wouldn’t include the loss of a child. Doing anything else seems to me to be the most selfish of behavior.

It makes me wonder what type of grace these friends subscribe to in the face of a death? It’s a false kind of grace that shields the owner from the disturbing reality that in God’s world awful things happen and that we need to be ready to buttress anyone who has the misfortune to be the victim of loss. We all owe each other that much.


No matter what how you look at it, this bizarre condescension from people who lives and families are intact toward people who have been devastated by a tragedy is a form of social Darwinism with no place in faith or the lives of ethical people. We have become a conspicuous consumption centric society, full of people who emphasize prosperity and success over the values we are taught by our clerics and our teachers. No so coincidentally, Pope Francis, in his trip to the US has spent hours of his short trip serving in a food kitchen and washing the feet of prisoners. Our scripture is full of statements that emphasize generosity over our own comfort.

As for my friend who has dealt with her loss bravely and with generosity for others who have experienced similar loss, no good explanation for her tragedy has materialized; she lives in a world of constant doubt and confusion. For those who seem “oh so weary” of her devastating travesty, ask yourself what you would require were you to lose your young child. Those with the smallest shred of faith and morality would be able to answer this in a second. I leave it to you to figure this out and to remember “there but for the Grace of God go you”.


The sad reality is that my friend still feels the same connection to her daughter and can’t simply turn off her connection for the child she gave birth to. This grace is not meant to go away and so she must find a way to express it. Strange, in a world where we are used to logical explanations for the knottiest of problems. But there is no surgical adjustment that God or our biological make up offers us to simply “stop caring”.

How this is missed by so many astounds me. I consign these people to ugly dark place they inhabit. And I leave my phone number available to people who’ve experienced horrors as my friend has.


The Most Excellent World-wide book tour features Claire Stibbe


Author Name:  Claire Stibbe

Book Title:  The 9th Hour

Genre and Sub-Genre:  Crime, Psychological Thriller, mystery

Book Content Rating PG13


Author Bio

Originally from England, Claire lived in Hong Kong for three years before eventually finding a second home in New Mexico, USA. Her genres include Historical Fiction and Crime.

She has written two historical fiction novels, Chasing Pharaohs and The Fowler’s Snare, both set in ancient Egypt during the 18th Dynasty. She has just completed a psychological thriller, The 9th Hour, the first of a detective series set in Albuquerque, New Mexico, and published by Crooked Cat Publishers in November 2015. She is currently working on the second in the series which will be published early 2016. She has also written short stories for Breakwater Harbor Books, a publisher of anthologies. The collection won Best Anthology of 2014 in the Independent Book Awards hosted by eFestival of Words.

If you would like to sign up for Claire’s occasional newsletter, visit us at http://www.cmtstibbe.com with comments or questions.


Book Blurb:

When the ninth young girl falls into the clutches of a serial killer, maverick detective, David Temeke faces a race against time to save her life.

The Duke City Police Department in Albuquerque, New Mexico is no stranger to gruesome murders but the new serial killer on their block keeps the body parts of his eight young victims as trophies and has a worrying obsession with the number nine. The suspect is incarcerated in the state’s high security penitentiary but Police Chief Hackett is faced with a dilemma when another teenage girl vanishes.

Temeke and his new partner, Malin Santiago, are sent to solve this baffling crime that weaves ancient Norse legend around the dense forests of New Mexico’s Cimarron State Park. Time is running out. Can they beat the 9th Hour killer before he dismembers his ninth victim?

(subject to change)




Pending for The 9th Hour


19  Reviews for Chasing Pharaohs (4.6)

Ancient Dynastic Egypt meets “Game of Thrones”~ Written Blissfully!

By Mark Fine on September 8, 2015

Format: Kindle Edition Verified Purchase

  • Ancient Dynastic Egypt meets “Game of Thrones” was my delighted sense of Chasing Pharaohs as I ventured into a vivid world of scandal, incest, corruption, mayhem, power and sensual intrigue. Add to this seductive mixture ancient lore, otherworldly creatures–and brilliant research; and my senses were further tantalized by both the rich tale read and knowledge of ancient Egypt gained. Author C.M.T. Stibbe writes blissfully which gave further credence to both the story and the times she unveils in her lavish story. Similar to an elegant foreign film it took several pages for this reader to get used to “the period accents” but once in the groove it became immensely readable; and in the end the book’s distinctive “voice” contributed mightily to my complete immersion within it. In reflection I wish history would be taught in college and schools with historical fiction works such as “Chasing Pharaohs” as an adjunct to traditional fare. I have no doubt through books such as Ms.Stibbe’s 18th Dynasty Egypt would come better alive—as it did in mine, in the students’ imagination. As an historical fiction novel this book made an indelible impression on me, and I look forward to reading the sequel.


10 Reviews for The Fowler’s Snare (4.8)

Editorial Reviews

With a leaner, cleaner style of writing, the rich mythology of  CMT Stibbe’s world grips us right from the outset. Already we have a sympathetic protagonist and a clear story arc in the first chapter – already we’re looking forward to where  the story will take us.
Rachel Faulkner, Digital Project Editor, Harper Collins Publishers

Written historically with the knowledge of an archeologist and the passion of a troubadour, readers will be bound by the spell that C.M.T. Stibbe weaves from the very first page.
John Breeden II, Author of Old Number Seven

The author is well versed in historical fiction and is able to call upon a wealth of self-gained knowledge of ancient Egypt, the subject as huge as the land base it represents. I do love this book for the way it’s written. Neville Kent, Author of The Secrets of the Forest Series and One Off, Sir!

The author’s research is excellent. Her description verges on the poetic and is in keeping with the superstitious and spiritual culture she invokes. A very powerful and poetic piece of literature. Karen Charlton, Author of The Heiress of Linn Hagh and Catching the Eagle.

Book Trailers:

The 9th Hour: pending

Chasing Pharaohs: https://youtu.be/Y8ViPWNq1Og

The Fowler’s Snare: https://youtu.be/4HHeo58BnCg


Book Links:

Chasing Pharaohs: http://www.amazon.com/Chasing-Pharaohs-Novel-Ancient-Egypt-ebook/dp/B00R8QPGK8/ref=asap_bc?ie=UTF8

The Fowler’s Snare: http://www.amazon.com/The-Fowlers-Snare-Novel-Ancient-ebook/dp/B00ND9O7ZO/ref=pd_sim_351_5?ie=UTF8&refRID=1WPKGCB943WBXRV1DFJT&dpSrc=sims&dpST=_AC_UL160_SR100%2C160_

The 9th Hour: Release date November 2015

Author Links: Blog https://clairestibbe.wordpress.com/ Twitter: https://twitter.com/CMTStibbe  Facebook:  https://www.facebook.com/ClaireStibbe



Author page on Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/C.M.T.-Stibbe/e/B004DF1AZC/ref=dp_byline_cont_ebooks_1



The Most Excellent World-wide Book Tour






Author Name:  Suzi Albracht

Book Title:  Death Most Wicked

Genre and Sub-Genre: Horror, Thriller

Book Content Rating:  Adult (18+)  Language and Violence


Author Bio: I love to write horror thrillers with intense personal relationships between characters. I started reading earlier in life than most of my friends and spent many hours hidden in closets and under beds, sneaking in just another ten minutes of whatever book I was reading. As soon as I was old enough, my mother would send me to the library to pick up books for her. This delighted me because it opened up a whole new world of books not available in school.

I read everything I could get my hands on but was drawn to sci-fi, horror and thrillers. As I matured, I would say my main influences became Stephen King, Dean Koontz and William Faulkner. My writing definitely reflects those influences.

I can honestly say my twitter bio describes me to a T – Write, scare myself, turn all the lights on, write some more. Take a break, play pool, kick butt/get butt kicked, go write more horror, double lock door.

To reach me regarding my book (s) or to just say hello (please, no spam), email me at SuziAlbracht@aol.com or tweet me on Twitter: @SuziAlbracht.
Send me an email if you want to be alerted of new book releases.



Book Blurb: The thing Evil craves most is innocence. When small children disappear, you can be assured that Evil has crawled out of its dirty corner. And when those children turn up dead, Evil has clawed its mark on humanity.

What if you were a homicide detective and little girls were suddenly being kidnapped and murdered by a devious pedophile? And what if that pedophile left no evidence behind except for the broken bodies? What would you sacrifice to save just one innocent child? Would any sacrifice be too great? What if it cost you someone you loved? What if, by saving that child, you unleash a horrific monster into your own life?

Mikael Ruskoff was living his dream. He was a highly successful, homicide detective working a career he loved. He had a mother who adored him, a son he took skateboarding, and a wife he loved more than words could express. He played a mean drum set every Thursday night with his best friend on guitar. His life was comfortable and pleasurable. Then he caught a case that would change his life forever.




Death Most Wicked


By B. Martin on September 7, 2015

Format: Kindle Edition

This is one creepy novel. First you have a man who wants a little sister so desperately he’s willing to kidnap children, only to kill them when they refuse to live inside his shed. Then you have this hellish substance that turns victims into puddles of bloody liquid. And in the middle of all this is Mikael Ruskoff, a homicide detective who’s charged with solving a seemingly never ending string of murders.

Suzi Albracht has a fantastic imagination, and she does a wonderful job bringing this disturbing tale to life. Twists abound. Characters are connected in ways you least expect. And it’s all presented in a way that will leave you on the edge of your seat. (or in my case, my bed) Definitely a novel horror fans will want to check out.


The Devil’s Lieutenant

An Excellent Tale of Horror

By Glen Barrera on March 18, 2015

Format: Kindle Edition Verified Purchase

After reading and enjoying Albracht’s Scorn Kills, I knew what was in store when I began reading this novel. I wasn’t let down. In fact, after the first few pages I was convinced the author had taken this tale of horror to an even greater level. Like any good novel, horror or not, it’s the well written characters that drive the story. In this department, Albracht didn’t skimp: Jake Holyfield and his pregnant wife, Caroline; his brother Bobby and friend Max – the good guys – pitted against evil in the form of Carl and Dimitry Ivanovich. Quite simply, the bad guys want the good guys on their team, by whatever means. And they do have interesting means. But this story is also about the frailty of the human condition. What moral price would someone pay for unlimited money, youth, or the woman of their dreams? This is a fast paced read, with unexpected twists and turns, leading to a well-done ending. I definitely want to read Albracht’s next book.


Scorn Kills

Great read!

By Teresa Cikovic on July 1, 2015

Format: Kindle EditionVerified Purchase

Someone certainly learned the hard way what happens when he scorns the woman he married! I couldn’t put this down and look forward to reading other books by Ms. Albracht.

Book Trailers:  The Devil’s Lieutenanthttps://youtu.be/IPGepsZrm70

Scorn Kills, Death Most Wicked, and The Devil’s Lieutenant: are all part of The Devil’s Due Collection

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Author Links: Author.to/SuziAlbracht


The 911 season

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We are now just past the fourteenth anniversary of 911. Until now, I’ve never really gotten to experience the trajectory of a major disaster before. In the last few years the reality of 911 has become a legend, one that has less impact every year that goes by. It was nothing I expected but I figure the victims of Pearl Harbor had no idea what the future would bring. Even disasters have as shelf life, as sad as that is.

How is it possible that the impact of the worst disaster in our history diminishes with time? It amazes me to think of the fact that, since that day, entire teenage lives have been lived. For them 911 is simply file footage, documentaries, and conspiracy theories. I certainly can’t blame them for that. Reality is what you’ve experienced, not what you’ve been told.


Still, for some of us, it’s an experience we can’t forget. That day I made the mistake of going downtown to my work after seeing the north tower burning from miles north of the World Trade Center. It all came down to another legendary crash in New York City. In the 1950’s a B-2 bomber crashed into the Empire state building. There was no terrorism there, just bad piloting.

Seeing the tower burning, I recalled that story and it seemed quite logical that every fifty years or so a plane would hit a skyscraper. As a result of my poor decision to go to work, I found myself in an immobile northbound subway a block and a half from the Twin Towers. I and my fellow New Yorkers spent half an hour in the subway as the dust from the towers drifted into our car, making seeing more and more difficult.


In the end they made history, backing the train to the station it had recently left. A failsafe mechanism stopped the train every twenty seconds or so, almost knocking us off our feet. Once the train powered up again we’d continue. It took perhaps ten tries before we saw the welcome light of Wall Street Station piercing the murk of the dust that had accumulated. Once on the street I thought I was in a garage, something that made no sense because there is no garage one level above the platform in Wall Street station. Then I looked up and saw a traffic light change from red to green; I was outside. I was in the false night of 911.

Each year since then, as I approach September 11, I get this feeling, one of depression and sadness. I know many people who have lost children or parents and the anniversary of their passing brings on feelings of anxiety and depression. In many ways I feel the same; 911 was a loss for me and continues to be. Oddly I feel that I’m lucky; I didn’t lose anyone when the towers went down. I didn’t see horrible things that haunt my dreams.


It starts with the occasional pre-fall tang in the air and the sudden parade of documentaries and, somewhere in my subconscious something sits up and takes notice. I suppose that, while it’s not obvious, there is some level of PTSD involved. It feels very strange to say that and know that it’s true. I can think of four people I know whose reaction to 911 is far worse. In one case I know of a man whose partner dodged the bullet that day and didn’t go to his job in one of the towers because of a dentist’s appointment. Despite the fact that he hadn’t lost his partner, this man left his business with his partner and planned to leave New York City immediately.

And then there is the friend who was across the street from the back side of the World Trade Center complex. He watched people jump. Enough said.


For me it’s almost like being back there, that pall of depression and anxiety living in me, making itself, not a memory, but my current state of being. There are odd moments when I feel that I should be back in New York and not be in Tennessee where I now live. Everyone wants to go home when the ground goes out from under you.

As I watch the documentaries, I’m both comforted by the scenes of New York and those awful accents and horrified by the context. Seeing New York is wonderful but it’s heartbreaking to see people who were once my neighbors covered in dust and running for their lives.


The symptoms will peak on September 11. Several times I have almost made it to memorial services here in Tennessee and each time I’ve bailed at the last minute. The 911 season makes it hard for me to relive what happened to me on that day.

In a sense, I am lost in time; it’s as if part of my life stopped that day, much in the way the loss of a loved one keep people tied to the past. I mourn my home town, a place that represented both the best and worst of America. I mourn my own innocence; once you experience something like 911 your view of the world is jaundiced forever. In a way I feel that I need to go back and make it right, as insane as that sounds. Of course I know that’s not possible.

I can only hope that next year I will have the courage to go to a memorial service. I once met a Viet Nam vet who told me it took him at least four times before he could walk up to the Viet Nam memorial, fearing he would see the names of some of his brothers in arms. What that tells me is that human beings are not constructed to handle horrors that defy understanding.

Never Forget.


Mourning a City: A New York Story

When does anyone ever mourn a city? It is doubtful that it’s happen more than a few times in history. Pompeii, Herculaneum, Paricutin. These are cities that were destroyed by volcanoes. If you live in a city, even a small one, it seems inconceivable that the sturdy walls around you, the buzz of commerce, might someday be silenced even for a short time.

What if the city is gargantuan, iconic, and larger than everything in it? What if the city is a world city, a hub for news, entertainment, and finance? How a city like could become a city to mourn.


America’s face around the world is comprised of its large cities. The St. Louis arch, the lakeshore in Chicago, the Hollywood sign in Hollywood. Not because large cities are better than small towns but because culture is concentrated there, at its noisiest and most active. Can a city like that be mourned?

For those who lived in New York after 911, there were rituals of mourning. Somewhat ironically, the area affected by 911 was tiny. The city was not brought to its knees in the classical sense. But there were rituals practiced. Not time honored rituals of mourning but rituals that sprang up overnight as befits a uniquely horrible event.

It’s hard to consider New York City overwhelmed by sentiment, large and crusty as it is. But that is exactly what happened. In a city where everything moves along or gets run over, people stopped. Suddenly phenomena that have never been seen before and will never be seen again appeared everywhere. People walked down the streets sporting American Flag pins. People spoke to each other. It’s hard to explain, but people who happily come up to you in New York for recreational conversation are immediately considered something just short of insane. Explaining that is another blog, but, suffice it to say, no one simply speaks to someone they don’t know without a very good reason.


Then there was a complete cessation of any kind of commercial activity below Fourteenth Street, the northern border of Greenwich Village. What that meant for me and thousands of others is that our daily lives were disrupted. No one working below Fourteenth Street was able to go to work. Nothing stops business in New York, but this did. And so I was left with hours on my hands to ponder the fact that I couldn’t protect my city, my life, my friends, and my loved ones.

It was like the ground I was walking on was like clay, pliable and unstable. Anything could happen.


Then there were the hand bills. They started in a trickle. While the sides of buildings and street lights or any empty vertical space in the city is far from sacrosanct, these hand bills were eerie and the scope of their distribution was astonishing. Each handbill was a cry in the dark for an audience already pushed to the emotional brink. Each one showed a picture of a person who most likely dead. That unalterable reality is the weight that lay on the shoulders of every New Yorker.

Usually, after a heart rending description of the place a given victim of 911 held in the lives of family and friends, there was the mind-numbing “last seen” section. Last seen was almost always some place in the twin towers; “the 92nd floor of Tower one”. What is probably unnecessary to say is that a small minority of people in the World Trade Center complex at the time the towers fell was rescued. Essentially, while this was not the intention, these small pieces of paper, becoming increasingly soiled by thousands of hands touching them, were epitaphs.

Would it be hard to for you to understand that I regret not having some of these handbills?


Finally there was the oddest phenomenon of all. In the sixties it might have been called a “be in”. People would gather in the smaller parks and set up shrines to lost New Yorkers, complete with photos and candles. In the walkways of the parks, rivers of wax formed as the candles burned down. Like any public gathering both the holy and unholy were represented. Hawkers sold American flag paraphernalia, sucking the blood of a tragedy. Clerics and faux clerics told us the reasons for the disaster; far too often they disagreed with each other.

One thing stays in my mind. It was an oak tag sign written in a jagged hand: If peace were the only answer, we’d all be speaking German or Japanese. For me it put a lot of things in perspective.


I live in Tennessee now, something that was planned long before 911. I moved to marry the woman I love. But there are moments when I almost feel like I betrayed my home town by leaving.

Someday I will go back. There will thousands of people around me. No one will notice me. That will make me smile.