No One Ever Says A Word About So Much That Happens In The World

You may or may not know about my new shower. I like it. One thing I like about it, is that I’m pretty sure that Zacarias Moussaoui never bathed in it. You may think that’s pretty silly, and even more silly that I envy you because of the absolute surety you have that you don’t have to eat food from a stove that fed a man who plotted the deaths of thousands, nor washed your hands in the same basin as one of those who helped to plunge our world into years, perhaps decades, of war, darkness, intolerance and terror.

Does any of this make any sense? Maybe not. And maybe it is all lies, but I doubt it. I should start over.

My apartment is managed by a fantastic company full of very capable people who take their jobs seriously. As such, the company tends to retain employees. Two of those employees set up camp in my apartment shortly before Christmas to install the new shower mentioned above. They had been helping to keep that apartment together for a while, and clued me in to some of the local history. For instance, an Imam, his family and a young aviation student lived there together. Is that surprising? Perhaps. What was even more surprising was the visit the next tenant, a young Mormon fella, received from the Federal Bureau of Investigations shortly after he moved in. It seems that the efficient and focused agents were tracking all the places that Zacarias Moussaoui had lived while attending the aviation school in Norman, Oklahoma.

So I wonder now how life in my apartment was when it was his. Was the air colder? Were the stairs steeper? Was the view of Lindsey Street from the big bay window somehow repulsive and profane in a way that I will never see? What did he see out that window? I hope I never know.

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