Here’s the thing. Most of us New Yorkers just go on about our business. The terrorists want us to be terrorized. I prefer not to be. Will something eventually happen again? Probably. I mean, things happen. The other day some nutcase shot a bullet through a third-floor window at the Hospital for Special Surgery. That’s three blocks from here, and somebody was actually in the room and got cut with the glass. And a few years ago a small plane hit a building two blocks from ours. It wasn’t terrorists, just a terrible accident. Last night I went for Chinese food with my friend Walter and had terrible indigestion after. I’d like to blame ISIS or Al-Qaida, but so far no one has claimed responsibility.
Listen, things happen in life. Sometimes they’re bad. Sometimes they happen to people we love and places we call home. But it’s important to remember that when something bad happens anyplace in the world, it’s to someone people love and someplace people call home.
When people ask me, and they do ask me, what your life is like in Helsinki, I always say that the schools are better, the health care is better, and it’s an easy city to get around. And, if you can get past the impossible language, the big plus is that nobody wants to bomb Helsinki. …Except, wait a second now, didn’t I recently read about two crazy (or very angry) people who wanted to bomb downtown Helsinki? Perhaps you should move. Or not.
I say, if you can’t beat ’em, at least don’t waste your life worrying about ’em. So take a chill pill and stop obsessing about things you can’t do anything about. In other words, read less news.