The New York City Firefighters Memorial, one of the most peaceful locations in the city, two blocks from my apartment. I sat there often to reflect in the days after 9/11.
Hard to believe it’s been nine years since I emerged from the N/R station at 8th Street at about 9:20 a.m., to see a huge cloud of dark smoke high in the sky — actually not an unthinkable sight in New York, so I wasn’t particularly alarmed until I reached my office on Lafayette near East 4th. There, from the roof, I watched the buildings burn, standing near a co-worker who was essentially watching her brother die.
I’m very sorry to see the memory of this event turned into a circus by some shrunken, ignorant and self-seeking politicians and pundits, among others, but very grateful that we have a president with the integrity and presence of mind to say this.
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