Several of the possible routes home from the city bring us past the Pentagon, and last night -- for the first time since the day everything changed -- we drove one of those routes. From 110, there is no view of the damage. But we could see the kleig lights set up to ensure that work could continue through the night, and the rows and rows of rescue and support vehicles in the Pentagon parking lot. Worst of all, we could smell it -- there is a definite burnt smell in the air as you drive by. It's really hard for me to imagine this times a thousand, which is what life in Manhattan must be like right now.