Longest Island

We went to Long Island the past weekend, to be more precise, to East Hampton. The distance from upper westside to East Hampton is about 208 miles and I was astonished to find how long the Long Island was. The friday night trip was smooth and we luckly found the house in the woods easily. Instead of a beach house in my imagination, this is a quiet house in woods, as most second home of Americans: comfortable and clean. My friend commented on this, this is too neat to be a home. We spent the day on Main Beach, dined in town and then drove to Light House near end of the Hampton. For a 24 hours trip, we saw a lot. The next day, we set out for UN. Because it was the day before the 5th anniversary of 9/11, there were tons of police men on the street. The UN, as usual, was not a very exciting place to go but a necessary one. Then we went down to Empire State Building and spent a better hour there. On the top of the building, Mom tried to imagine where the Twin Towers used to look like. I indulged myself into the world of King Kong. Both stories are about the clash of two worlds: one within human race, one between human race and other being. At the end of the day, what really matters? 9/11 is past and the pain is still there. My time in town is so called post-9/11 period. Are we living in a better world now? One interview with a firefighter then has a wonderful comment of the event. The firefighter said, 9/11 will be remembered not because of its pain, but for the humanities we see throughout the event.