The city was us, and we were the city. The architects of Albany did not build a city made of bricks and mortar, but a people, a community, and we saw for a fleeting moment our name in lights.
The idea reminds me that it’s not only tragedy that unites people. We are also capable of celebration, of coming together for the express purpose of sharing joy rather than sorrow. The world became Germans when the Berlin Wall came down. We all became “Man” when man first stepped foot on the moon. And for a couple minutes on a hot July day, upstate New Yorkers became Albanians.