Everybody here in Dallas said to me this afternoon, “I bet you’re glad you’re not in New York today.” Well, yeah. But my wife and I admitted to each other tonight that there was a part of us that wishes we were back home in Brooklyn. You just don’t want to be away in a time of danger. I got all emotional watching people walking across the Brooklyn Bridge, en masse, on TV this afternoon. Call me crazy and sentimental, but I feel guilty being here, with my lights and TV and computer and air conditioning, and not there with the people and the city I love so much.