case in point, in a shorter distance to the World Trade Center than any proposed community center is a little joint called the Pussycat Lounge. i came about this hole in the wall on Greenwich St. when i was working down the street in the great big hole in the ground, (haven't been there in a touch, i figure it is a hole no more), two colleagues and i decided to grab lunch at the pizza/sandwich place next door (and connected incidentally do your best to stay away from the parm-wiches, but Chaz in Charge said the pizza was good). along with being a go-go bar the pussycat lounge has a second floor for live music and dancing. next door to the lounge is an adult movie shop, all of this within earshot of what many Americans consider hallowed ground...
this is the site of the January 8th shooting of 19 people and 6 deaths at a Tucson Safeway. a used book sale...a few months prior a junior college professor was arrested for practicing yoga in the the same area. read about it here and make your own judgements the cat mom has some personal history with the gentlemen, and come to find out through mutual friends that all he was doing was trying to make the area a 'sacred space.' now in fairness and by all accounts this man is a bit of a fruitcake, but regardless, all he did was grieve and process in his own way, his constitutionally protected way, and he was arrested...
hmmm, guess he was trespassing on the old book sale's turf. grieving is hard these days...
is nothing sacred?...
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